….by Post-It note.
I came across this early Saturday morning in a deserted industrial estate as I drove through on a forage for Land Rover parts. The van was parked up and locked with no sign of life anywhere. Post-Its lay scattered all around: as their glue had softened in the damp they had fallen and were now earthbound. A few had fluttered like blowing autumn leaves some distance along the street, glowing brightly and strangely beautiful on this dank morning.
As my brain started to see beyond the riot of colour, my shape recognition abilities kicked in – and a smiley face and what appears to be a pink fist with a pair of pink fingers giving the V emerged. And in the middle of one of the eyes was a short, but blunt message:
“You should of let us borrow your pen pal HA HA HA”
I came back an hour later, and the Post-its were all gone, as if they had never existed.