Cut glass jewellery, butterfly tattoo somewhere on her cream skin, dressing urban pirate style, blond hair beyond the wildest dreams of her natural colour till the roots showed through. Lived a few weeks to just-some-tall-good-looking-guy who never came back from buying the newspaper. Maybe his redeemer took him. Maybe aliens flew him home to join their football team. Maybe instant fatherhood was a little too scary, didn’t quite fit in his overall scheme of things. Baby Sean was born the following Spring. His mum’s hard-wearing blue eyes, his father’s name. A tame devil with all the beauty and shame of the world clenched tight in his baby fists. Before he was even old enough to listen she told him the tooth fairy, the Virgin Mary and the wicked witch are one and the same love’s an itch you need someone else to rub, a game for Saturday night where the rules make you cheat. All good women are little angels in heat Men are basically bad luck and trouble. Kids are everything, kids are the pits. Acts of high treason against freedom, the big reason for being there. Double or quits.Birth sign: Libra
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