ABELA IN DUBROVNIK.

Abela sips her wine wipes her mouth looks around love it here Dubrovnik she utters I sip beer turn a page of my book poetry D. Thomas Welsh poet lovely wine why don't you try the wine? I like beer I reply why do you have to read? she mutters why do you have to talk? she cold stares sips more wine cigarette? I suggest get your own she replies I sip beer close the book nice place this beer's good too and that girl that waitress she's good too what's so good about her? what's she got that I’ve not? I don't know not seen her undress yet I light up a hand rolled cigarette those two guys she tells me at the bar the other night are gay guys I inhale hold the smoke exhale it you think so? it stands out a wide mile you liked him the dark one his dark eyes wavy hair she closes her eyelids zips her lips what makes you think they're gay? I saw them lip kissing she whispers we lip kiss we hand kiss we thigh kiss we breast kiss THAT'S ENOUGH she bellows I think they're nice fellows I tell her not my scene but nice guys Abela drains her wine glares at me another wine? I ask her cigarette? I want gin I signal a waiter one gin please I tell him and whiskey he goes off she lights up a French smoke about the girl the waitress just a joke I tell her (but the girl the waitress occupies a small room in my mind) how days go she utters how time flies.

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