Dawn McIntyre Hot Pink Sunday |
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| Dawn McIntyre © Copyright 2003 - Dawn is a member of the Peter Cowan Writers Centre and submits her work regularly for publication and attends our Poet-tree workshop. |
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| Hot Pink Sunday You’re going red, he said, put some cream on. I’m alright for a while, I smiled, I’m getting a tan. I’ll be brown as a berry. I brushed sand from my belly. You’re burning, he warned- I just yawned. The sun cream lay abandoned as I dreamily imagined my brown thighs a-shimmer like some Olympic swimmer. In front of the mirror I stifled a shiver as the prickly heat spread from my toes to my head. My shoulders and knees (no touching please) have a hot pink glow and instead of a tan I’ve a peeling red nose! |