I have basked in another beauty, a sharp jasmine needle that has pricked the corner of the so-called snazzy ones. A bright torch in a dark blue drowned room, crumbs on a blood napkin and the one-tone words drop out our ears like heptagonal coins out of pockets or tears, tears onto pages in a teenagerβs diary.
And then we advance into October air where leaves tick and tack as typewriter keys do across soggy ground. Ride, walk and now a story begins.
Written: October 2012. Explanation: Continuing the short series about pictures of girls that either I know but not very well, or girls that I have never met (see 'Holly', 'Red Die', 'Chilly Fingers' and 'Increase of Incandescence'), this piece is about somebody I see once a week. The title was suggested by a friend. Also available on my WordPress blog.