#morroco
We went to a mosque
in Tangiers; had to take
off our shoes or sandals
in her case. And it had
a certain something about
it: peacefulness and holiness
and sunlight was there and
water. And she said: I hear
that girl with the long blonde
hair had her handbag stolen
right off her shoulder; they
cut the straps; they gave chase,
but lost him the side streets.
I liked the patterns and purity
of the place. I stood gazing
around, taking it all in. So I
decided to hold my handbag
tight in my hand when I walk
around now, Miriam said.
Good idea, I said, breathing
in the atmosphere, sensing I'd
walked into a whole different
world in time: colours, patterns.
Where shall we go afterwards?
She said, I'm thirsty. We'll go
get a coke, I replied, sensing
her boredom beside me. I took
a last look around and followed
her out into the street, after getting
the shoes and sandals for our feet.
We found a place and got cokes
and French rolls and salads, and
sat and talked. She about the girl
and the thief, and I mused on her
cute *** on the seat and red painted
nails on her opened sandalled feet.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC