Although she didn't know it, there were tears in the sand. Tears and kisses. Tainted love. He was a whim, he was a fancy and he was a spur at the moment. A lot of he's. In the end she moved over. But it took long to forget the first love.
She was a thief looking for a treasure.
They were a bunch of cowboys, who played cards the first Fridays each month and watched football on Saturdays.
She had then as much make-up as laughs, and as much bagage as bets on the 2 of hearts. Her younger shadow dreamed and dreamed until it was rock-salted and burned. She took him out of her mind, him and his super hero disguise.
So, she closed herself in her own mind, built a quiet, white room and moved in with her suitcases. Like in a play she doesn't know and where strange people recites funny dialogues. She had to go away. And she did it, she went to her white panic room.
In all these years, Lucy never said "mine".
Some were very nice, some weren't. It's a long time since she thought about them. Now it rains, the sky is awful grey and she laughs.
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