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“I still haven’t….” The object of his heart’s desire swam mistily into view. “Found you” he said, focussed on the barman’s hand.

Bone

He was 95kg of lean meat on the bone but, when her love’s silver dart lodged by his scarred heart, soft eyes began again to smile.

Call them ice, rocks, diamonds. Or what your sugar boy calls them. That’s what Aki had been told. But he got it wrong and paid.

Baby screamed as the polar bear leapt across the ice. “Hush,” said Mummy Penguin, “it’s just a dream. We live at opposite poles.”

His slow black car was spattered with green-white gullmuggings and smelled of fish. The thuggish depositor eyed him and cawed.

Inspired by a twitter conversation with @ropoem and @TangledFox

I swam fast, knife held tight. You lay on the mattress, eyes closed. A single strike slashed. Now the tide would not take you.

J whispered “My heart it beats like a drum”. “Boom boom”, K answered, “boom boom!”. They cyber danced and, later, they married.

The taste of the sea stayed with Steno though he washed his mouth with wine and ate his meal of honey. The night would be long.

Stano’s garden had fed his family all his life. Now the walnut tree he sat below would give its first fruit. He closed his eyes.

In the cool grey land, the hot season rarely was, nor warm – a few days, a mayfly’s life in May, more a summary than a summer.