Sunday, 23 November 2008

The scarlet jam flows like hot lava onto the cool pale pavement. Small salty tears trickle down sugar covered cheeks as sticky fingers reach for the fallen treat.

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Jo Cooper
Reason, Season or Lifetime

1 comment:

jem said...

True words made vivid. I once saw a melting frog icelolly - his face was slowly seeping towards the gutter.