Exile On a Whim

Doors slam, windows crack, letter flap inhales a fatal wind. Breastplate rusty dragon bearing scars. House keys, credit cards, raybans close to hand. Faux fur on the rack for noble bounty, footnotes to a chapter without end. Wistfully I crane my neck in peril, finger marks on carbon black hand rail, sprightly dash o’er slippy granite steps. Odour eaters clog my leather shoes beyond endurance. Butterflies somersault in tummy. Elm tree barnet‘s awkward wooden stump. Wheelie bin begging for collection at short notice. Bin tag compass grazed. Crack of dawn ghost ship’s uncanny horn blast. Metaphor or tip off for deaf ears. Egg shell clouds that dance on distant peaks quaintly beckon. Despite my better judgement I press on. 20 lines Date posted : 17 th December 2021