Breathless days

There was of course those hot breathless days during the Cuban Missle crisis when mother insisted we drive to that other beach ..semi comatose our skin adherred to the vinyl seats, dribble leaking from our mouths and the bizarre brain freeze when woken by the abrupt arrival at the seaside destination as our seatbeltless bodies flung forward ….warm Lucozade was poured on us to to assist the seperation of our desiccated limbs which were fused to our siblings,  our shorts had cut off circulation to our legs  but failed to manifest deep vein thrombosis ….flushed faced and dazed the day at the sea would begin ….Father would explain that a nail file was intended and he had not forgotten a knife for our picnic …mother in her chanel sunglasses commanded a deckchair and a pipe …


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Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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