Train

Fred Perry.

That girl. That special mysterious girl, sat opposite on the train with her acoustic. She is not so beautiful in that conventional way that she should be shouted about, whilst standing on a soapbox or milk crate, but in the same vein her peculiar magnificence would not release me. I say that, I could easily stop glancing at this unsolved girl. However the view from the window that I had seen hundreds of times before fails to entice me as it had done so regularly. So I am stuck, intermittently looking across at a girl wearing a navy Fred Perry polo and boardshorts, in early spring. The mesmerising combination of traditional and bohemian that only she could make look so good. I stumble over the words as I try to engage her. She smiles.
“Hi”…


We went to a party that evening.

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• uploaded by: James Sebastien
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• Year : 2010
• Style : Alternative
• Country : United Kingdom
• Occupation : Student
• Votes : 0