The third guest ...

From our window, I can see an inlet of the sea - 

It's low tide - there are white yachts in the small marina - 

The evening sky is a gentle darkening blue - 

Anne lies dreaming on the hotel bed - 

She's still wearing her blue dress - 

Night enters the room like a third guest - 

She followed us along the corridor, her bones made out of shadow - 

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Tuesday 9 July 2016

Langstone Hotel

Hayling Island

Hampshire