Holidays away David Cattanach

David Cattanach Holidays away

It’s close company like fetching a cup of coffee or applying the lotion, or just talking. It’s when the phones come out

that things really kick off; he’s staring at it - his partner is waiting not for the news but wanting to go out - NOW. Anger rises she storms off

later we see them apart on different sides of the street trying to look discreet but you know there is upset.

When does it turn to disappointment the sadness of silence. We are lucky there are no guns just large spaces between the recliners.

Women are bright - neon clothes at night the men accept the right to be ignored ! Is it the place that does it with no job or gym to run too?

Is it the cats around the pool mothers with kittens, jumping about all at play, approaching tables, brushing legs? It could be the water of the pool seeding sunlight?

Anyway, something is not right kids are figuring out if it is divorce this time. Which adult do they want ? Another ice-cream please, they ask in unison.

From behind the dunes a woman appears alone Wearing a sea-blue bikini - he’s not there could he be Mr. Big - we’ll never know for in the last days they make up.

Maybe, they had a photo-shoot his smile and warm words won her back. I saw another unreconciled handing on a plastic bag of ice

not for her head but for a sprained ankle which she may have used to press him down into the pavement, when he had called work again on his mobile phone - they were on holiday after all.