Cova
Cova
Cova spoke fondly of her Andalusian sea
She also spoke five languages including mine
…
Cova wore no prints on her finger tips it seemed
And
At first I thought she was a Basque spy
…
Cova carried the scent of rock pools and raw cotton in her hair
We argued over Dali, Freud and Cohen
…
Apparently
Her husband was in love with old manuscripts
Hence her being there alone
…
I introduced her to butterfish
Then we watched vultures gorge on something in the gutter
…
Her naked foot caught mine covertly beneath the table
She hinted there was something special between her and me
…
Cova promised something extraordinary if I walked with her along the beach to her hotel
Then she was gone
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Comments
You have a knack of writing a whole story in such a few words...I so enjoy your writes my friend x
and I love it when you pop in and say hello Marion .. thank you so much for that N :) x
Oh this is awesome. The story told and the one lying between the lines is film worthy x
Thank you my friend .. this is based on events that occurred while I was volunteering at a Psychiatric hospital in West Africa a couple of years ago .. the hospital is called Tanka Tanka ............. x
I see a potential screenplay here 😉 x
I wanna do the casting for leading lady :) x
And who would you choose? And who would be the leading man? 😄 x
Ah' well .. you see, a true gentleman never tells :) x