SANS SABASTION 1970A Poem by Terry CollettAT A MEETING IN A BASE CAMP IN SANS SABASTION IN 1970Miriam said, come sit beside me, I don't want those hippy types next to me. I sat next to her in the base camp canteen in Sans Sabastion. They beg people for food or money, she said, I've come on holiday with money I've saved. Maybe they've run out of money before the end, I said. Drugs more like, she said, they're that type, you can smell it on them, especially her, she stinks of drugs. I made no comment, I didn't know the couple, nothing to me what they did or didn't. The hippies walked by our table; she was long haired, blonde, thin, had some long coat and it was hot out, but she wore this long coat and saggy jeans. He was similar, but taller and had a beard like a young Marx, and tired eyes. See what I mean? How could she sleep with him? Like sleeping with a dog. They walked past a few tables then sat up front and ate from a bag. What are they eating? Miriam asked. No idea, I said. Looks like bread, just bread, she said. I walked up to the table where they were sitting and said, what are you guys eating? Bread, man, the guy said, bread. What's wrong with chips and burger? I asked. No money, man, no money, he said. Here have a meal on me and handed him some money enough to buy a meal for them both. Hey,man, what's the catch? You want to sleep with my lady? The girl looked at me. No, just a gift, no catch, I said and walked off back to my table. What did you give them money for? Miriam asked. I had money and they didn't, I said. That's their fault, she said, not yours. I don't see fault, just need, I said. You're too soft, she said. Maybe, I said, but if I'm ever in need I hope there's someone out there will buy me a meal sometime. She said nothing, but ate her burger and chips, looking at the hippies, thinking God's knows what. After a while the hippies rose and bought two meals. The hippy girl looked back at me and smiled. I didn't fancy her, but I was glad she was about to eat, maybe put on some weight. I looked away from her and sat and ate. © 2015 Terry Collett |
AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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