Well that depends ...

Richard sipped his black tea -

We'd walked past the caravans above the beach - 

We'd heard the waves breaking upon the empty shore - 

Blackberries were ripening amongst the brambles - 

Sloes were a dark purplish blue - 

A red dragonfly had followed us - 

I'd gazed at the bright toys for sale in the beach cafe - 

Invisible families were queuing for ice creams - 

Curling post cards depicted past summers - 

We bought some Moores biscuits -

When do we close? -

The woman behind the counter laughed - 

Well that depends - 

12.00

Friday 16 September 2016

Ringstead Bay

Dorset