Tuesday, 6 June 2017

Still Waters.

London Town/April 2017


What did she say?

She said: ‘whose ashes are they?’

She’s a smart cookie.

She’s from Alabama.

That’s a long way away.

But she has a holiday place down the road. Number 7.

How do you know that?

She gave me her address.

You?

Me.

Why you?

She sat next to me at dinner; we talked about stuff.

Stuff?

Stuff.

What kind of stuff.


Ashes.

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