|graphic by jinksy|
His dimples dented my heartstrings. Eighteen
to his twenty, we had plenty in common;
shared an uncommon view of the world...
and pig sties...
"Look, Pigloos!" he christened them,
eyes laughing. To his achitectural mind,
a toadstool ring turned into a town centre
from plans drawn up by a pixie council...
Like fools, we built fantasies.
But fate's hard hat could not prevent
demolition of our dreams. Too late
to alter direction, the next roundabout
forced us to take different lanes...
Half a life later, we met at a junction,
rode a dual carriageway, cruising...
until we crashed in a final pile up
when a danger sign said 'Road Closed'.
I've linked to One Shot Wednesday, even though I wrote this on Monday!