That first night, so many years ago in the back seat of his Hillman Husky, they'd fumbled with eachother's buttons as if reading aloud in a shy whisper from a book of love poems written in braille.
Now he was gone, she would sprinkle a few drops of his aftershave on the sheets and pillowcases before putting them away, and later when she opened the drawer to retrieve them, the ghost from the bottle would rise gently to embrace her ...
(to be continued)
The first in a series of images inspired by the Tasmanian cabinet maker and visual artist Patrick Hall. (Anyone interested in viewing some of his fabulous work may click here
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