Monday 1 February 2010

From across the crowded bar Sarah staggered towards him on the killer heels of those green shoes. Scattered around the tables, under the spotlight's sweep, glittery bottles topped with candles stood to attention luring laughing lovers to false dreams; for these drinkers were sequestered from the deepest gaggle of humanity.

She approached. He gazed deeply into the irridescent tombs of her eyes, and yelled to make himself heard against the cacophony of fractured skylarks

Carole Pickering

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