‘You never listen.’
Glisten. The sun dancing on the water.
‘You’re never there.’
Dare. The cold water round his ankles.
‘I’ve been having an affair.’
Stare. A line of rocks breaking the water in the distance.
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‘You never listen.’
Glisten. The sun dancing on the water.
‘You’re never there.’
Dare. The cold water round his ankles.
‘I’ve been having an affair.’
Stare. A line of rocks breaking the water in the distance.
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