Once, In A Minibus
By birksy
Once, in a minibus, I fell asleep, or at least pretended to, a ploy to see what may happen next. Suzanne, who sat so close to me, slumbered too, two phoney’s in the minibus that day. And we touched, just so slightly, first our knees, then shoulders, fingertips, then hands. And we smiled, whilst we slept, partners in crime, for once, just a nice memory. Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 27 2001 01:14 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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