Wednesday 10 April 2013

Anita's time out

She sat in the square ; picturesque. framed in a chair
bathing her copper shoulders like ripe apples under the tenderness of a midday sunbeam that singled her out like a Dietrich at the palladium
She captivated eyes that tried to honour secrets because honesty relinquishes power.
Unaware, she came back inside with her outline a heat haze and to her credit she was too gracious to say 'I'm a bit of alright'

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