Oh Olympia, The Tozzers

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Through the trees, goats, ‘back’, clip, clip, boulder, through the apple blossoms, tip, tip, tipty, tipty, tip ,tip, round a Bachanalian temple, she pulled her shoes off, tapped a dusty boulder, ‘The shore’, barefoot, waded, boys pinched her shells, a white rock, botham painted with blue eyes, splash, shark scattered, swam, lay flat on a rock, net rose, boys flailed, ‘gimmee my apricot dress’, one held her waste.
Splodge, splodge, splodge, a fox terrier, scat, nip, nip, nip, poke, poke, ‘out you go…… a kennel……‘FIDO’….oh Olympia…civilization…Frost chaffeur no more….a thread?’, an enamelled bath, and legs stood abruptly, widow Corelli, ‘who?’, Stephen removed his boots, spiders scurried accross the ceiling, ‘the tunnel oh the Germans’, two snowy handprints on her bedroom window. An anchored white cap, bearded face, and pipe, removed a pair of pants from the washing line. ’Soft biscuity drenched in toffee, surrounded by warm water, peopled by strings of licquirice’. Stephen dropped a malteser into the vortex ‘mind bending’. Mrs Corelli cast a handful, their eyes met. Stephen tilted from a wall, in just leather boots, ‘boat……a bathe scarfe sub?…..my clothes!?’