Friday, 22 April 2011

First sight

I stole a glance. Theft? I don't quite know. Only it felt wrong to feel right that way. Like we might have and shared. Like she could have cared. And may be the balance of contact, when our eyes met, favoured me. But she didn't give me and I didn't ask permission. I dropped the stock cubes into the bachelor basket and switched isles.


  1. A bird tucked under the trench coat is worth two in the basket.