The Intern

Grey short trench coat, seamed fishnet tights, neat little boots, insolence and a sunshine grin. That's what I saw, nothing else. Not the mundaneities of the gate pillar she leaned on, or the hedge on either side, or the pub across the street or the bright blue late spring sky. Just her and the giggle … Continue reading The Intern

Red Tank Top

Black running shorts and a red tank top, she smells of hot lycra and damp cotton and sweat and this morning's shower. Pulse of electricity on the glance from under her ball cap, from behind her thick hair as she takes it off and my hands... my hands reach. I hold her by the elbows, … Continue reading Red Tank Top