Saturday, 1 June 2013

The Hen Party

Laughter
draws my gaze
heavenward.

A gaggle of girls
identical
purple dresses
sunshine blonde.
Posing for photographs on a rooftop.

(How did they even get up there?)

Drinking pink wine at eleven a.m.
One
drunken
stumble
away
from a day they will never forget.

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