lilies remind me of a woman’s body I tell her, she looks offended, “One track mind, tut, tut, ” she says and laughs. I apologise, and she tips me a wink. “You know they’re poisonous?” I nod. “You’ve got some lily dust on your trousers. Come here.” And she bends down to dust his upper thigh. “Can’t take you anywhere.” When she rises her warm body in her thin spring dress with its massive pink lip motif presses against him, he inhales her new perfume and fragrant hair and knows it will linger the rest of the day. “Wine?” She proffers.
The Wombwell Rainbow 