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“Love Island” Scilly Isles 5. Written by Richard Alan Gardham, transcribed by Angela Gardham.

  • Writer: Richard Alan Gardham
    Richard Alan Gardham
  • Nov 17, 2019
  • 2 min read

Updated: Feb 8, 2020

“Love Island” Scilly Isles 5. Written by Richard Alan Gardham, transcribed by Angela Gardham.

“Just look at all those flirting darlings. All those thighs.” John leaned over and added “Look at that one Dick, bet she’s got a …… like horse’s collar”. “I bet she has an all, SHUT UP”. He’d been going on about this bird with specs all the week. She didn’t look much, she wouldn’t. I keep telling her it will be alright. She keeps saying, “No, its driving me nuts”. The guitars were humming to the moon again an’ they disappeared from the party. I grinned. The next day she was gone. He leaned on my shoulder and said “I never thought it could be that good. We were both stark naked on this rock, she loved it. It was night again, the head looked over the bay to the ringing of the bell on the buoy. The sea leapt up the surface of the rocks. I could hear the music drifting across the bay from the party then the occasional arguments about how much wine that was left to go around.

The bell kept ringing across the bay. I made my way to the Druid burial chamber. I had a sleep in it – it didn’t feel eeire at all. I got bored so I followed the thin winding path along the cliff tops. This place gets too much - all this peace.

That cancer is getting bigger an’ bigger in Dad. He might have died for all you know by now.

The sea still laps the rocks, the peace becomes hard like a rock. It doesn’t seem worth it. It bewitches you after a while.

There’s an old tale on the island that Jesus once came here when he was on his travels. They would scoff at it trying to be intellectually brave. There was something about this Jesus bloke that wasn’t crap. Well, I could try and find out. The bell was still ringing across the bay but a bit louder. The tide had turned, it’s coming in now. The water became more violent as it swept in amongst the rocks. I’d better go back and get some sleep. They have to be fed in the morning. The girl’s thighs leapt up into the mind.


 
 
 

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