#4 in my Phobia Series, (I have no idea how long this will go on for. :P) A veryyy short piece on 'pistanthrophobia' and love. (No, not the fear of pistachios, I assure you.) Written whilst listening ... A bit more free form than i would like to admit. May or may not be inspired by my own ventures He was a painting I couldn't afford so all my dreams were of having him hanging on my wall. Under the night sky, rainbow mountains are being crossed by two cloaked figures. The pink diamonds engraved in their purple skin are the proof of their bloodline.
Even though my son is only five years old, he's somebody who you'll clobber. He is an adorable child but he's also something else, he's a robber.
read this like an English teacher desperately searching a novel for meaning