“I could draw in each mole, every dark pigment, birth mark, blemish, contour and crease found in his skin. I could map out Jake like the night sky and with the same degree of accuracy.” Although thinking it a weird idea, the words I chose said otherwise.
Sitting northwards of the jet-stream,
Great Britain took the rainfall,
Normally divided up between all of Europe’s lands.
If you could travel back in time and change one thing in your life, what would it be?
“I’d kill myself if I was short.” A simple statement, but not one I’d ever heard said before, word-for-word.
His fluency took me by surprise and realising a response was needed, I drew upon the little grasp of school-boy french I had, replying “Oui, merci beaucoup, vraiment.”
The fit of the digit was snug, way better than any one of my own.
A mix of runners, walkers, lovers & friends.
Couples seated on benches, in quiet conversation.