A Moment in Meads
--The storm raged
black sky, silver
lightning, strobing
out over the Channel.
The silhouette of
The Grand Hotel
flickering.
-- In Meads,
on the third floor,
a window was open.
Her back, bare and
tanned. Her hair
tied in a ponytail.
--The wine was finished.
He would always
remember this night.
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