Saturday, 8 August 2009

Going beyond

The sea was his last and first memory.

.....Once the smell of a father fresh from the

boats that held and danced him into the

sea, laughing at the waves and fretting


.....Now as the glass bottom light darkens,

he stops struggling as the voices of his past call.

When your love fades

The water tippled into the bath; soon the

comfort of warm water would distract her.

.....Listening, he turned the laptop on, found

tissues and started surfing for the forbidden

—steaks cooking, bacon sizzling in easy

diners. Wiping his drooling mouth, he knew

that her nut cutlets were no longer enough.