Violet flowers caught her eye that morning.
She hadn’t noticed them before.
‘I haven’t had a gin n tonic in years!’ She said.
‘Go for it! Said he.
She did.
With a flick of the wrist,
she tipped the last bitter drop,
between her painted lips,
and pincered the lemon slice with her dentures,
lingering, then biting in.
One side of his mouth had pulled up,
As if tugged by a piece of string.
He glided her bottom toward him,
so fully, that her pearls, caught, snapped and fell,
ignored.
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