Love Story Two

A Love Story 2 Huelva and the Golf of Cadiz and it was August and in the town there were laud music and rockets in the air. I had met a gypsy girl she wore a white blouse and a red long skirt she wore no shoes her feet brown and dusty. Back then I smoked cigarettes- chesterfield- they were supposed to be upmarket compared to Camel cigarettes; even then I wanted to be different, a cook who could read She admired my Ronson lighter it was expensive and no one on the ship had a lighter that classy. She clicked the lighter a few times how she coveted it, but I was surprised when she suddenly ran away. I thought she ran for fun, she would come back: she didn´t. Later I saw her she was with two gypsy boys and I dared not say anything. I walked back on board, borrowed a box of matches sat in my cabin smoking and dreaming of her beautiful eyes.