Mini Mini

White Mini drives right up to the sea’s edge stops: just - short of it. A wave laps the front wheel kindly like a cat. Beautiful woman (all in white) steps out of the Mini & out of her mini. My 14 yr. old mind stands agasp! She undresses in a flash. Plunges urgently into the sea’s urgency. Swims out to meet the horizon. Meanwhile her white clothes neatly folded in a neat pile elope with the first naughty wind that comes along. Her clothes fly out to sea chasing their mistress. The beach laughs. Gaily coloured balls bounce. Sandcastles fall to footprints. Candyfloss is & isn’t…in an instant. Dad packs everything (including us) into Uncle Michael’s old blue van & we leave before she returns. For me she is always swimming out to sea the horizon calling her. Her clothes flying after her like strange white birds. Her Mini now submerged below the waves.