mymemories

42 years old and of a mind to remember

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We sat down and talked, translating our lust, desire and longing into the careful tongue of arrangements, expectations and ambition.

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I stood in silence and took in the changes whilst Christmas decorations hung like wilted funeral flowers. Hope, joy and excitement swelled.

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Through Autumn mist, over slimy leaves, we three peddled up the hill to nowhere in particular. Not one of us was happy.

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Summer holidays. We lazed morning after morning in bunk beds, listening to Our Tune from a clunky clock radio.

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Sun salutation on your roof in the morning sunshine. Distant speakers echo village news in Thai melodies.

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from under heavy blankets my breath streamed like autumn chimneys. Underneath rats itched and tumbled.

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We found a squirrel twitching from sickness and went looking for a stick to finish him.

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Feeling bourgeois, we watched riots crash up and down the streets from your balcony. We drank wine amid the stench of burning paint.

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In a lift. In a block. We fucked.

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Amid the smell of newsprint and toast we counted our papers into wet vinyl bags. Tiny pencil crosses.

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Cut corn. We picked sweet scented apples from the back of a tractor.

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Feeling like disheveled rock stars we checked into a hotel. We didn't say we'd taken the wrong train.

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At the temple, dogs and butterflies. We towed your casket on a simple cart.

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After a white knuckle in labour car ride I dropped you at the entrance and went to park. Sick and hungover, I paused momentarily and won ...

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In the flying maggot for my nerve wracked debut we called 1-4 for a copy. I was Cornflake, or was it Peanut?

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In a tiny tube of a bunk beneath the stern of the boat I am rocked nervously to sleep. Awake to tea and a solitary millpond dawn.

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Camped on the side of a mountain we trudged down to the town to buy fish and chips in seasonal drizzle. The smell of ferns and canvas.

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Sailing as fast as we could, the spray in our mouths, we tipped our boats over and tumbled laughing into the sea. Gulping sea water.

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At a scorching hot Reading festival we listened to 'Should I Stay or Should I Go' as two lovers skipped by in a breeze filled with bubbles.

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At the side of a provencal street I ate a nicoise baguette and people watched in paint splattered green flash. Heady evening pines.