The Ambitious Drifter

Words, Images and The Occasional Noise

Non Sequitur – The Unfollower.


Write a post about anything you’d like, but be sure to include this sentence somewhere in the final paragraph: “He tried to hit me with a forklift!”

Photographers, artists, poets: show us a NON SEQUITUR

The Unfollower.

“Stop following me!” I said, although it was too late. It wasnt his choice either, it made no sense. I was being followed by absurdity, it might have been a joke if there’d been any logic to it.  The joke was on me, but I quickly wiped it off. It left a stain on my jumper. He followed me in the opposite direction, knowing we’d meet again. He didnt know where, didnt know when, so he couldnt be sure we’d meet again. We’d never met before.

We agreed to call it a draw, but couldnt agree on ink or pencil. In the morning we stopped for dinner, I wasnt hungry, I’d had six impossible things before breakfast and spoiled my appetite.  it was then that he struck. Reaching across the table, he tried to hit me with a forklift. It was no use to him, we were having soup. Hastily I counted the spoons and made my excuses and left.   I had no excuse, I was born this way.  “This is not the end!” I shouted. No one could say I wasnt in touch with my failings.

The egg on my face had hatched. I hadnt written about anything I liked at all, I hate being hit by forklifts, even failed attempts make me nervous.  It wasnt the final paragraph either.  This is.


The television will not be revolutionised. 

An imaginary gold star to anybody who bothered to read this far. If anybody feels like hitting the non-sequitur button, I wouldnt be surprised at all.