What I Bought at the Service Station on the M62
Three magazines: one intellectual, one trashy, one TV guide, for the hotel
Two doughnuts, one with jam
So many chocolate bars
Four packets of crisps
Sunscreen, just in case
Clean knickers, you never know!
The Bridge at the Service Station on the M62
I told him I needed the toilet. Desperate.
I figure I’ve got ten minutes before he comes looking. Maybe five.
I run over the bridge, not wasting one second.
She’s there. Sat on the bonnet of her Polo. She holds up a bag.
‘I got snacks!’ she yells.
OK. Let’s go.
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