Thursday, 11 June 2009

When you have to be alone

Victoria longed for the silence of autumn

rain when life was a snuggle with good

books rather then men who stayed long

enough to know she was a mistake.

.....Next time it would be different. It was

always was.
Perhaps she found her silence; it was too late to ask.

They don’t always forget

Bill hated all socks but especially long ones.

His mother would say, ‘Don’t you think he

looks awfully cute in long socks?’

.....Making him blush and the girl next-door

His revenge came later.

.....‘Yes she likes wearing long socks,’ he
would say, asking the nurses to ignore her