Monday, January 30, 2006

6/365 G

Short, plump, and gifted with confidence. Many found you irresistible! With me, you confided your nightmare past instead. You dreamt of being an actor, and your façade was dazzling. Did you mean your final performance? Or was death a shock?

Sunday, January 29, 2006

5/365 Madame Copré

Your ghastly French classes where you made me cry, relieved only by tales of your Mother’s hand in the Resistance. You had to deliver the Germans’ eggs, but took great delight in pinning them first. I remember with unexpected fondness.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

4/365 Sandra

Narrow nose you don’t like, though unnoticed within your delicate beauty. Patient kindness entwines dry humour, revealed with a wicked giggle. Seemingly fragile, cloaking courage of steel. Friend, you’re an angel sent to humble those such as me.

Friday, January 27, 2006

3/365 Andy

Leather jacket, long hair, cider and black whilst looking at comics books. Easy smile contrasting the heavy music. Only biker I ever dated, just the once, barbeque on the beach. Now you teach my son rugby, do you recognise me?

Thursday, January 26, 2006

2/365 Kim

We shared a flat and lived it up in London. But she was work-shy and couldn’t afford her life, so her men paid, till they lost interest. I lost my temper, told her to go, she did, leaving the bills.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

1/365 Molly

Molly was seventy-nine when we met, vivaciousness spliced with bitterness at finding herself in care. I took her jam, and listened to her life stories. Then she decided to marry an Italian. But the Lord took her ten days before.