summer holidays — thispoet

Two children skip across the funeral parlour’s greasy tarmac car park, carrying a bag of sweets – a handle each – with gap tooth grins; like dandelion kings. Their sister’s sitting at the bus stop with some friends, coughing over an illicit shared cigarette: all the time in the world and no cash to go […]

via summer holidays — thispoet

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