Prose #2

I was sat in a cafe, drinking full fat milk, low calorie sweetener, coffee. A mother and daughter entered. The mother was dressed all in black with a shine diamond ring on her ring finger. She carried a large yellow Selfridges bag. The daughter was between eight and ten. They both ordered late, independently of each other, the mother paid for both of them. The mother sat across from me. The daughter departed with the bag. She returned in new, casual clothes and sat opposite her mother. The offspring began to complain about the size of her milk coffee, the mother was stubborn, with reason. There was plenty for her to slurp on. I completed eye contact with the mother. This occurred several times intermittently. I looked again, this time from behind my coffee mug. The mother reacted, she hastily departed, calling her daughter after her.

Garaa Garaa

Garaa garaa,
Persuade her,
Garaa garaa,
Take her down,
Garraa Garaa,
Pull her under,
Garaa garaa,
Marry her quick,
Garaa garaa,
Impreg pregnate,
Garaa garaa
List of ambitions,
Garaa garaa,
Tear 'em up.

Prose #1

He entered as she exited, simultaneiously swarmed by flyerers. He ignored the hand-papers and headed for the baskets, he'd forgotten his Honeycard, no points today. She grinned as the sinewing carrier bag burned her hand. The bag was lactose intolerant, carb-low and GM empty. He browsed through the frozen section as she entered her flat.

Spratt Rintel

I am Spratt Rintel. I'm currently working on peacocks and tortoises with Abe. I want to volunteer in museums. I want to write. Get in my ear and tell.