Saturday, 23 May 2009

The Strawberry Thief

This time I discovered who it was. School-uniformed. A cocky teenage truant! 
Languidly, he stops by my strawberry-bush, picks one.  He rolls the fruit over his tongue, cheekily, watching my window as if he knows I hide there. So smugly self-assured.
But tomorrow I shall spray the bush with poison. 


  1. your little other worldly bits are always a pleasure!

  2. I hear his easy steps coming up to me. He slowly stops and inspects my strawberries - his laughing eyes glancing towards the house behind me.

    He suddenly plucks one of my strawberries and pops it in his mouth. With a wide grin, he strokes my leaves - and he is off.


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