Sunday 20th December



Woman in a red dress careers towards me brandishing shopping bags,
teetering on flustered heels. A seasonally unpractised Bambi finds
herself suddenly between aisles of toilet rolls, dazzled by the
wealth of options offered. Oblivious to everyone, crabbing sideways
along up the aisle, fingers pressed to festive lips she ponders the
kiss of promised softness. I buy, noodles, tuna & an Elvis wig before
escaping to the sanctuary of a car parked up on the roof.
From here the world & all it’s children glow, look good enough for
reason to join in. Everything illuminated in the chiming light
of a winter sun.


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