Thief


Standing with the cheap and cheerful but my shoes aren‟t white, I‟m not wearing zebra print, and my cleavage isn‟t showing. I was wishing he knew how much my heart longed for him when you kissed me. Tasting saliva laced with Sambuca. The winter months exploded like an H-bomb when I realised that his lips were no longer the last to touch mine. My eyes burned, it was as if vanilla essence was trickling out of my tear ducts.


You sent me a separate email telling me simply to take care. A chance encounter outside Bonnets. You wrapped your arms around me. The rich aroma of chocolate and coffee made me dizzy. I knew you were a family man. It felt like human hair was twisting round my intestines when I realised he was no longer the last person to hold me tenderly. My vision burst into a kaleidoscopic myriad of blue, white and gold. You had forced me to move on.


ZOE WARREN


35


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