Walking
through town
lovely Claire
says
Here,
lend me a five p.
I fish
one from my pocket
and hand
it to her.
She takes
it
then
after a moment
aggressively
quickens
her pace
leaving
me in her wake.
Two yards ahead
she flings the
coin
extravagantly
to the pavement
- the sound
of metal
hitting
concrete,
cold and brittle –
And that’s
what I think of your ring!
she
announces.
And
strides off
leaving
me
speechless
and blushing
amongst
baffled and pitying
onlookers.
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