Wednesday, 12 November 2008

The sound of a moth, clattering battering bludgeoning itself against the midnight streetlamp.

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Andy Fryer
A Half-Remembered Life

3 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

oh i hate when that happens, i feel so sorry for the moth...

Rethabile said...

This is very good, even if that is very bad.

jem said...

Using those three 'ing' words was a great idea - it really emphasises what the moth is doing.