Hills Hoist

Since they were young, Claire and Ann loved to hang out together.  Whether they were wagging physical education, using liquid paper to deface their school desks, plotting someone’s demise, or simply being fatalistically cool, these two were inseparable.

They lost touch until they were in the thirties.  Instantly recognising the other, these friends decided to make an afternoon of their long overdue reunion.

Ann loves nature, so they decided to go back to her place while the gents were out. 

Claire forgot what a hills hoist looked like.  It had been so long since she had seen the clothes line of her childhood.  It reminded her of simpler times and the feeling of freedom.

They began to roll around together under the hills hoist.  There was much chatter, chirping, and burping from these two as they re-acquaint one with the other. 

They giggled as they once did as school girls, despite leaving all of that behind long ago. 

Under the hills hoist they watch it spin and spin as they hallucinate about unicorns, dragons, and more.  Colours fill their minds and the world seems to feel so right. 

Under the hills hoist, they make merry for they sampled magic mushrooms. 

 

 

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I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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