Sunday, 2 February 2020

A knife and a lick of paint.

lincoln or nearby, a hundred years ago

She told him.

He told her.

Then she told someone else what he had said.

And he told him.

So he phoned someone else who listened.

Then told her.

And she told her.

And she said -'what the fuck'.

And went round and banged on his door.

But he was out.

So she took a knife from her bag and scratched some words in the door.

She left the knife sticking in the door.

Some kids down the street found the knife before he did and took it.

He never knew.

So she told him.

And he said - 'what the fuck'.

And painted the door.

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