Cold Chicken Sandwiches
Walking along the cliffs it all came back.
On a blind afternoon
Old men’s thoughts crept in.
The past…always the past.
It was summer, warm winds, chilled wine, and cold chicken sandwiches.
I lay on my back slowly drifting, her hand caressing my neck.
She was talking about tomorrow (it was a time when tomorrows held promise).
We’d made love in the sunshine, the sea way below us. So long ago…and yet.
These were the years of plenty.
Time stood still, we filled ourselves
with memories of love never lasting.
Carelessly drifting from consequence to consequence.
Playing the game.
Fifty years later
on that cliff top…
I can’t remember her name;
just a face,
a smile…
Love the frame and content of this Mike, fine writing that takes the reader to the scene. Best Keith
Kind of you Keith, it means a lot when people get it. It was 1967, I thought it would never end.
Mike
Ah, just have to add, (I’m sure you know) 1967 is the year of the iconic photo of the Beatles on Plymouth Hoe – I have the Chris Robinson print in a frame in the hall. x
Oh yes, and Francis Chichester. Even more iconic….my arrival in Plymouth
Oh God, yes! Just love all the maritime history there and the present. Plymouth Uni is very appealing and it looks to have done a great deal of work to attract students. x
Thanks Trevor for your reply. I always appreciate your candid review, feels like I’m understood. It’s all a writer can ask.
Mike
ps. I’m trying mate:)
Hi Mike, I enjoyed this read and the ending especially. A very alluring title and my tummy really is rumbling now. It makes me picture Jennycliff. I’ve been in Plymouth a couple of times this year. My paternal gran was 95 this year and stays (again) at the Barbican near to where she was born. Kim x
Hello there
Thanks for dropping by, the cliffs in this instance were at Rame Head. It’s a beautiful spot. You should message me for a coffee
Mike X
Mike, I’ll do that when I’m next there. Would be a pleasure. x
Make sure you do HaHa!