by Marc Carver
The young woman came out with a couple of tea cakes.
I was tempted to call her over
and ate the cakes quick and then shoot off.
‘Hey where the hell are my teacakes?’
‘I gave them to that hungry looking guy with long hair he said they were for him.’
It reminded me of the time I was in France
when I ate a big steak and drunk a fabulous bottle of wine
then got up after taking a good look around and walked off.
He is still looking for me now.
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