The summer of ’69
Written by: Kits
‘Mooncherrypie’, he cried out…she didn’t even look behind. It was her special name, something he had invented for her.
She tossed her long black hair and stopped. His heart skipped a beat. ‘Would she turn and acknowledge him and his love?’
She did turn around but all she did was glare. Stared through him as he was nothing – all those hot, summer nights passed into oblivion in that instant.
She ran out of the store clutching her dress as it fanned out around her legs.
Tick tock went the clock into the silence that surrounded him..
I write. I take photographs. Sometimes I do both. Love travelling and meeting new people. Makes life more exciting.






