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Past, Lauren Beale
from Timelapse - a creative writing initiative between Harrow School & Notting Hill & Ealing High School
by NHEHS
Past
by Lauren Beale
Summer stretches languorously in front of us, Like a cat, Waking up.
We are drunk on time And the cider Nicked from someone’s fridge.
Each second spent Under the sun, Sand in our shoes, Salt crushed hair, Grass stains, And nettle stings.
The greasy sheen of sun cream, Slicked across warm skin.
Rough towels and soaking swimwear, One sandal And an empty bag of crisps.
Eventually, The day grows cooler. We slink back home, Furtive night-time glances As the heat of the day, radiates from flushed skin.
It’s late, But no one wants to, Be alone In a dark, stuffy room.
The night is restless, Knowing we’re just impatient for another day to begin
