Tuesday, 17 January 2012
A River Of Stones: Stone Number Eleven
I can see the pink-swimming-capped head of my daughter as she bobs in the too-blue water framed through the yellow-chino-clad legs of the man standing with one cowboy boot up on the bar of the railing that stops us all falling down into the swimming pool below. It feels wrong to look through the legs of a strange man. Especially one so badly dressed.
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I love that punchline, excellent!
ReplyDelete*giggle* It was totally my thought process!
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