They were the last two
Warm
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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