Monday 18 September 2017

Follow the Rainbow

Lisa Williams

black coffee

She'd slept with the light on.
It was pink. A metallic glittered hue. It sparkled from across the room.
A girl's dream come true. A scooter. The one that chalked as you rode. Painting a rainbow behind you in the city streets.
Pom-poms from the handlebars shed glitter on her floor next to a discarded shoe.
Mum calling from downstairs broke the morning silence.
"I don't know what time you got in last night my girl. Or what drunken state you were in. But you're gonna be late for work. And you need to take that fucking scooter back."

Lisa Williams
Domestic Slattern. Avid reader. Writes a bit.

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