Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Lost Property

She stamped her feet to try and
get some circulation going on the
gelid platform in the near dark of
dawn waiting for the train that
wouldn’t come despite her
desperation and just when she thought she would
die her phone tinged a text “You
forgot something” shit what?
her glasses? her report? her
life? oh and there was a photo of his
startlingly erect penis “Needs a
warm, wet home” and she
shivered with heat and cold and decided to
give the train another 30 seconds before she
gave it all up.

1 comment:

  1. Marvellous, and I love it. My favourite on this page, and a feeling that I know well. The joy of hurried mornings, sometimes out of necessity postponed, and the happy hot afternoons of waiting.