Thursday, 21 July 2011

London Night

The car door closed with a
reassuring thunk and there was a
moment’s blessed silence to
take stock and hope her
heart would stop racing and her
hands would stop trembling on the
steering-wheel where the
heavy gold of her
wedding ring glinted in the
green, red, amber haze of a
London night as she
sat savouring the
unfamiliar taste of
someone else.

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