A week and a day in St Tropez

with her bright yellow coat
and black shiny bag
she was waspish.

she buzzed and fussed,
pink gin in hand, her
sparkly phone vibrating.

she was electric. eclectic.
wonderfully eccentric.
i fell instantly in love with her.

we eloped to st tropez.
it lasted a week and a day.
then she left with a beatnik.

his name was george.
he played guitar, tantrically.
i went home to my mum, despondently.

i never saw her again.
i don’t even know her name.
the waspish girl with the yellow coat, black shiny bag and sparkly phone.


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