Saturday, 23 March 2013

The Sub-Editor - Ibis

IBIS


The night before I left England, I slept in an Ibis.

I ate in its diner and sat in its bar.

I knew from before it was easy to score; when people go travelling they are looking for more than their home life is prepared to afford them.

The bath-towels were white and soft; the bed-linen cool and white. We shared a bottle of cheap red wine and left the TV on all night.

I didn't expect her to be carrying a camera.

In fact, I didn't expect her at all.

I miss her.


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