Thursday, July 26, 2012

orange bull cockles

Essay in orange.

Seen from the train: in the middle of an otherwise empty field, a large black bull with fierce horns curving from his head.

I'm going down to the sea, says a loquacious plumber (it sounds from his earlier conversation that he is a plumber not currently working). He makes room for us to share the bench he is occupying on the platform. I'm going to the end of Hastings near the fishermens' huts. I going to drink a glass of beer with some cockles. And then I'll come home."

1 comment:

CC said...

Ooooooh! Gorgeous flower.

Enjoying all 3 "images" from today's