Harmony (The Neighbour #8) (Poetry Month #22)

and Cadmus and marriage she mused over her vodka shot espied her young gardener the neighbour, all tight arse and bronzed nicely and her his posh totty fallen on hard times due to financial irregularity, yes she would enjoy a fall on his hard times, a cliché but it was her cliche. She was a cougar, wasn’t she? Not mutton dressed as spring galivanting lamb. A cougar with two plastic hips and a dream in a shot glass.


via Daily Prompt: Harmony

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