On the 29th of May 2016 I wrote a short story called
Female Homosexuality
The story was about two thousand words long and was an account of a gigolo named Kane
As I wrote the story I became less and less impressed by his immoral behaviour
So I removed his pages from my pad and rolled them into a tight ball
And threw them into the sea off Deal
For a while the pages floated
Gently in the surf
Before a marauding flock of seagulls
Swooped and plucked them from the waves
My story was in flight
I hoped that Kane might travel overseas
So that I could be rid of his perversions
But the seagulls tiring on their catch
Soon dropped the sodden pages into the sea
I watched as Kane struggled
He implored that I rescue him
I ignored his cries and turned my back
And when again I gazed out to sea
He was nowhere to be seen