She had hair on her coat but I didn’t mind, she was so attractive she got away with it. I suppose she could get away with anything within reason. She said that when she was a kid she used to come to this beach, that she sometimes wished she was a seagull. She took a drag then suddenly made a noise like one, it sounded more like a seal. It disturbed me a little, she asked me did I want a drag, I told her I gave up.
Prim and proper are ye?
It’s not that love, it makes me paranoid I said.
You make up for it with the drink don’t ye she said, as she lifted a dog hair from her coat with delicate fingers, then tapped the spliff with faded red nail polish.
The seagulls flew over the beach.
Come on back to my place she said. I was glad she asked, I was getting cold, out of me element. Her blonde curly hair touched me face as she leaned in drunkenly to tell me something, as if the room was loud, even though it was quiet. I looked out at dusk breaking through a paw print stained window. She introduced me to her black labradoodle called Marina, it was a strange name. I dated a Colombian called Marina a few years back, but I didn’t tell her, that could be a deal breaker, women could be funny if you mentioned shit like that. The dog lay on its back looking for a belly rub, I obliged.
You can tell you’re a real animal lover she said. She got closer to me quicker than I expected. I got the feeling it was a regular occurrence but I was no saint meself. I dodged plastic toys and cuddly bears as I made me way to the bedroom. Her ex took the kids on weekends she said, said she would have lost her mind long ago without Saturdays to herself. She snored loud, and I had a dead arm from her laying on me chest. Her black labradoodle lay at the end of the bed asleep. I didn’t bother telling her I wasn’t a dog person. I wished it was morning soon, I just wanted to go home and rest.
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