• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 12
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Suspended in air half unzipped.
They came to stare standing
on stone steps. Lunch has arrived
the shout went up, out of reach
though, they said. Dad has outdone
himself this time. Found a skyhook
ordered online. A smile on his face
ignores the cross looks the length
of church spires. Blue bag musty
from last use. The last picnic.
They’d thought it the last
but now this?

It dangles against the lush green, a
blue sky teasing. A good
day for a picnic, nods all round.
Well, it would’ve been.