P. Lapinou

You In Yellow

I imagine we are standing next to each other, in a line, with many others; all of us in brightly coloured dresses. We are standing with our backs against the wall. There is a great expanse of water in front of us. The wind tortures the fabric of our clothes. We look like dancers but we cannot move an inch for fear of falling. We are afraid. The sun shines brightly. How beautiful we look.