haiku. writing on the wall, apocalypse

I was in a room where the whole wall was a whiteboard, and a haiku came to me. I like the way my name has smudged.





apocalypse
 I looked round - oh no -
The writing was on the wall
What luck - a whiteboard!

Haiku. Secondhand book warehouse

All trails have gone cold,
Outside, traffic races past,
Dust settles, quiet shelves









Nothing like a freezing cold warehouse full of secondhand and remaindered books to make an author think!

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