The clocks had already circled backwards when I took shelter in the passageway beside the second hand book shop.
Pumpkats – Rattertats! Hatterchats? Soupcats!
A lone reflection for sorrow A life-long mate brings mirth Fledgling foretells a funeral Charming broods a live birth
Radial rhythm – Taps seed to feed agouti Whiskers, fingers twitch.
The novelty of alliteration, discovered in childhood (a time that often seems like a million years ago to me now) never really faded.
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It whispers, “Yesterday was inevitable.” Tomorrow remains a choice Today is just today –