Thursday 7 April 2011

SURFING UNICORNS


When John took Samantha away to meet his parents in Southend that year Samantha said she wanted to watch the waves crashing against the pebbles. She told him that she could see hundreds and thousands of jumping unicorns in the surf. John looked into her small face, while her eyes fluttered from his, to the sky behind him. He kissed her on her pink mouth, which was filled with overlapping teeth. It wasn't for another five years, while watching television on their small television set, that he realised that she had stolen the unicorns from a popular film. He felt cheated of his bohemian, poetic wife as she pressed her own sports socks in the living room.


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