The Cave

Traveling the Egyptian desert in search of artifacts, Sam found a cave. With a torch in one hand and a bag in the other, he entered. A hundred feet in - SNAP! A backhand to the head. As the torch flew from his hand, blood gushed from his head; he could no longer calculate the way out. Staggering, he tripped over molehills and plummeted into a pit of mummies. Face-down, something touches him. Startled, he watches a mummy rise in full battle gear.

Half dead with his back broken, he snorts the cyanide as the sword bears down upon him.

The Cave by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Interview

This morning the quadrants of my heart were coming apart. My car wouldn't start, no matter how much of a nudge I gave it with the sledgehammer. This was my first interview in four months, and now this!

So I did what any other rational person would do, I seized a brimful of whisky and chugged every last drop. Right then, I knew I needed a win. I could not forbear paying rent any longer.

I called the taxi and exchanged all my paintings for a ride. And to my surprise, drunk and wasted, the job was mine!

The Interview by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The TV

One boring eve I decided to try a little TV.

I flicked off the light, turned on the tube to enjoy a show. Little did I know the raster from the set would drive me insane, like a jet that had to climb; missing a flagpole sticking out of the towers head. So instead, I flattened the damn set!

Then, I tried a little herbal; self-medication to sooth my nerves. The kind that makes the mind run wild as it races through your head; blowing by the cops with the detector left unset, leaving you drenched in sweat.

The TV by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse