ON THE EDGE 1973.

Benny's on the edge and he can't quite pull himself back from it and o sure Sonya says it'll be ok he knows it's just words and words are like spittle in the wind at the moment let's go to the coast and see the sea that'll make you ok sure a bit of seascape it'll do the trick and so they go and it's a long bus ride away the other passengers other riders of a storm maybe by the look on the faces anyway they go jogging along by the bus he looking out the window untalkative she rabbiting on like talking was going out of fashion and he shuts her out just nods his head now and then and turns and smiles like some broken hearted clown and his mind dark as one in a storm shutting up shutters bolting up doors then after an hour they're there the seascape the beach full of stones not sand and there stand gaping she talking of the time they stayed before and had sex for hours on end in that cheap hotel back in town but he just gazes lifelessly with the fixed grin of a saddened clown.

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