WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE: LUNCH POSTS
Don’t think I feel like thinking today.
Switch off the brain.
Look at the people laid out like beached dead bodies.
Except they’d be wrinkly-white if they’d drowned.
Wonder what they’re thinking as they toast their torsos.
What did I think about when I did the same?
The smell of hot straw from the hat over my face.
The sound of the waves.
Soaking it all up to store like acorns
against the perpetual winter of my soul.
Whoo-hoo! Flirting with melodrama there, are we?
Oh go on!
You know a bit of bathos adds colour and movement!
It’s rough, today. Good, though.
Drag, bash, churn, drag…
Free massage, free workout.
Don’t stay in too long,
silly old cow,
or you won’t be able to stagger home.
And put your thongs on
before the sand burns the soles off your feet…