Wimbledon

The tennis got off to a flying start.

I used to play.

I recall going up to our village courts for a game
after school.

Only me and Wendy there.

We got rained off. Soaked.

We sheltered in the club house.
Only me and Wendy there.

And Wendy took her clothes off.

Game. Set. Match.


The Ghost of Sharapova