Bottoms

As tracked and landing Mandy spoke, “Hand me a croque monsieur and a large mug of honeyed tea”.

Borrás strummed the guitar and released the dulcet tones to all full and fed, as those hungry listen to the honey drip from his mind to their senses.

Sweet after chops would permeate like vented flowers and cover themselves in their willing alcohol. Benzine was mixed in too to make the young men sweeter and old men more desirable beyond their years.

Ladies wearing hats. Ladies drinking cakes and eating tea. Like painting a rose bush. Each stroke tells of the due care and attention. Watering cans.

And then she broke into dance - arching forwards and as graceful as a plane landing upon the tar. The buzz of the engines. The buzz of her step. The buzz.

The End.