My parents died in an air crash three years ago

And in their will they left me our apartment

Which is in the shitty part of town

When I was growing up I did not care

But now I hate looking out of the windows

As all I can see are concrete buildings

Full of faceless people such as myself

Of late I have noted graffiti appearing nearby

It is of no merit and is pure vandalism

I watched the artists late one night

Spraying the rough walls until I grew tired of their excess

I then shot at them with my late fathers service pistol

They fucked off at once and did not return

Which I suppose was a victory of sorts for me

 

 

Adam inherited his farm when his father was killed in a tractor accident

He did not have a mother who he guessed to be a passing itinerant

Who had lived with his late father when he was very young

The farm which was vast was divided up into six sections

With two of the sections being fallow by rotation and the others set to wheat

He was happy with the progress of his farm with the exception of the sixth section

This bothered him as his late father had been a meticulous man and had recorded

The number of fence posts in every section but the tally in section six showed inconsistencies

There should have been four hundred and ninety six fence posts in the area of section six

But Adam could only count four hundred and sixty eight which was a shortfall of twenty eight

This confused and alarmed him in equal measure as he thought that he was being invaded

By the flat ash wastes that surrounded his farm so he removed

All the fence posts in section six and never farmed it again