she suggested that i write a novel,   when

i noted that she walked briskly to the post

box,                                       dressed suitably.

i do not copy                                   plagiarise

or write about my friends.

on consideration the issue i had with shampoo

may have started in my youth.        she said soap

was good enough for me. i found it sticky and

told.

they decided on the children’s home  as

if  it was true regarding my worth.

last week i bought a pleasant blend, decanted

into a special bottle

like  an elixir.

i also bought soap.

just now a helicopter flew low.

i saw the pilot.

sbm.