He’d said it was a special day, but I couldn’t place the date.

A Wednesday, a number, in the month of October?

No, just wasn’t ringing any bells.

I’d said this outloud, by accident really, and that was it from him.

He left quite early.

As previously posted on Twitter:

A Salvadorian Ecuadorian
was once a valedictorian.
Never a very good Victorian,
he often made speeches about wanting a Delorean.

*
Finally a rhyme,
at a precisely good time.
What a wonder it is,
should be in show biz,
next time you see me,
I’ll be playing in Capri.

*

Really must stop
before these rhymes start to rot.
I have to say first
it’s been fun to converse.
But I really must go now,
taking a final deep bow now.

I remember once, long ago, I saw a face at the window.

It was a bright crisp day, and the sun was shinning in great big streams through the glass. I was watching, entranced, as the light played across the carpet.

All at once, however, the light disappeared. Blinking at the loss of warmth and form I’d been admiring I stared up at the window in offence.

The glare I was wearing turned to horror as I processed what I was seeing;

Bigfoot stood out there, looking in on me, a great gaudy fedora perched on his head with a large orange feather sticking out of its top.