Tuesday, October 12, 2010

and more

They were the last two


She managed, two, maybe three, hours sleep

The office were up a few steps

Green really suits you

She dropped to her haunches

Her brief was to coach

The car-hire office was closed

She arrived late, slightly flustered and looking guilty

Behind her was the sea, empty sea

No, Sir. I knew exactly what I was doing.

They left together, going out through the offices

The Chief Engineer was a big, self-indulged man, about forty.

They came out into sunlight that cut slices out of them.

They ordered two salads

He was in white shorts, white shirt, white socks and orange-brown sandals

He told her she should run along now

Eleven o'clock, a balmy Lanzarote night.

She came out of the water blue with cold, but grinning

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