‘Llandudno’ by Kate Wise

Llandudno The cries of seagulls smell of salmon sandwiches. Tinned. On white; juice-soggy in their teeth-setting silverfoil. Plastic bag jellyfish sculled the pier’s shadows. We sat in the morning’s goosepimples, park-bench thigh-marked, waiting for you to finish your coffee-and-a-chocolate-biscuit, in matching turquoise shorts because it was the Summer. Harvey and Hector stumbled us gloomily over the pebbledashed sands. A boat bumped the grey to pick … Continue reading ‘Llandudno’ by Kate Wise