The Mysterious Traveller

Those Dazzling Eyes. It was the way that she looked at him that stopped his mindless gazing and focus on her pair of beautiful, but deadly eyes. They were so alluring, so dazzling. But was she really looking at him? Or perhaps someone behind. The latter was more probable; why on earth would she be looking at him?     Jerry would often sit on the same stool in the same bar, daydreaming a fantasy where a woman might actually consider his wallowing demeaner to be attractive and approach him. He would spend hours playing with his phone (sudoku was a popular choice) or pretending to write poetry in his shabby little notebook. But the real reason why he was there was to hopefully, one day, stumble upon an interaction that might lead to him finding the 'one'. He would stretch, yawn or use other theatrical gestures to justify turning his head in order to glance at a woman with the intention of making eye contact. But even if there was a moment where his gaze connected with another, Je...

The Boy Who Made Lists     The boy who made lists was at his desk, pondering,    Gazing out of the window, where his mind would go wandering.    And wondering of new wonders this next list might bring,   A list full of ponderment , would be a wonderful thing.     The boy he felt eager but with a hint of frustration,     For his mind kept on wandering without thought or formation.   The tasks they kept mounting, amounting to nought ,    The list needed listing, the ponderment be caught!     The boy took his pen, plucked up courage and then started,   Lay ink to the paper and simply could not be parted.   Item one; ah! the groceries. This was always a winner,   To gather some vegetables for a good hearty dinner.     The boy scribbled madly as he continued th e list,    Item two was a haircut that couldn’t be missed.    A bus into town for some lovely new so...