whisky on the rocks
The girl looked familiar.
Crouching , fingers feeling the sidewalk surface, glossy nails searching between the slabs, she looked helpless, as though blind.
'Can I help you?' Reluctantly, late for the meeting on the 95th floor.
She ignored me.
'Look, I’d like to help, but I'm late.'
'No, wait, please, you mustn't go. You must help me look.'
'What are you trying to find?' Checking my watch.
A shadow flitted over us, her answer lost in an explosion of sound above.
Distracted, I looked up, 'What did you say?'
'Myself,' she replied. 'My life.'
When l looked down she had gone…..
About the author
Sandy's The Caress of Spring and The Arc of Time have been included in the international poetry anthology Indra's Net published by Bennison Books. All profits are donated to Book Bus, a charity that provides libraries for children in Africa, Asia and South America.
Indra's Net is available from Amazon.
Sandy blogs as www.sandyscribbler.com andwww.lifeaccordingtogramps.co.uk
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