Sorry, was away on domestic duties (and away again tonight!)
PROMPTS
Container ship
Please attend, it is my Last Supper
This was how we met, Fuck-Up Number One
Basketball
He might be waving, but I think he's drowning
The second cut is deepest
Pleas turn the light off; I don't mind the dark
Peach Blossom
On re-entry one danger is friction burns
We left - I had to leave - before I could tell you
There is glass between us and no sound
BOLT
The roar of engines, the sadness in the seats
KNIFE
We reached the water and knelt
How the brush dances in the artist's light
OIL
I have been noticing, but keeping my counsel
Washing
The ache can spread until we are only ache
The next time we looked
So I am cleaning the kitchen
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