Saturday, 15 February 2014

Duvet folds around knees in shades of crushed raspberry, primrose and peach. A small snore stirs at my side and somewhere tyres crunch on gravel. These sounds warm the night air with familiarity. My book falls open at the last page written, the last page read.


Pauline Masurel

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