Visiting my parents' friends who had the builders in. One with the looks of David, the warmth of the sun and the colour of honey. Labouring, strong-armed, at a saw-horse in the orchard and singing snatches of ‘Sloop John B’. Blue shirt, blue eyes, blue sky beyond September-edged leaves. Smiled, took pity on me (gazing in wordless, gormless, disbelieving, adoration). Warm lips tip of tongue taste of heaven.
Originally on Six Sentences but recently submitted to Jo Prescott for her 'Summer Dare - theme 'Introduction'
Gormless. That's a word I rarely hear down here.
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Yes indeed ... and the saddest thing of all is I can't remember his name.
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