Missing summer on a miserable Wednesday eve

There once was a woman
Called Barbara
She wore flip-flops
Tank tops and no bra
When winter came
It was such a shame
She hid her toes
Underneath heavy boots
While standing in the bathroom
And dying her roots
She stuck a warm sweater
Over her bare jugs
Before spooning
Tomato soup into large mugs
Then went to bed at eight
Because why stay up late
When every day’s the same
And the rain pours on forever.

B F Jones is French and lives in the UK. She has stories published in various UK and US literary magazines: EllipsisThe Cabinet of HeedRejection LettersSpelkIdle Ink and Storgy amongst others. Her debut collection, The Fabric of Tombstones, was released in April 2020.

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