Friday, April 9, 2010


After the shipwreck I was devastated and
cried for weeks. When I emerged from my
grief, I realized that my girlfriend's death
shouldn't be the end of me. I found someone
as pretty and nice as her and eventually I
invited her on a beach holiday. My old girlfriend
was washing up on the shore. She'd been cliinging 
to a plank for fourteen months, living on raw fish, 
rainwater and her love for me. I was
faced with a choice. My new girl won because
the old one was skinny and bedraggled, and
besides, the water had made her all crinkly.

1 comment:

  1. hmm, interesting. I really need to keep a note book by my when I read. I'm always finding passages I think would be great to share but never can find them when I go back.