Thursday 19 March 2015

Fools rush in.

notes - a detail


How would you get in? If, that is, you were off to London for a long weekend.

She’d have left the key.

Hidden?

Somewhere borrowed, somewhere blue.

Are you married?

Not to her.

Would you?

Can’t.

Where would she be then, if you were there?

Working. Like a dog.

So…?

Kick my shoes off, open the fish and chips, add some spicy sauce and tuck in.

Then?

Feel sick.

Then?

Read the notes on the table (above).

Then?


Feed the cats.

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