THE HOOKERS OF THE SECOND- HAND BOOKSTALLS

An explation. We live in rural France, where English language books are hard to find; but once a month a stall, selling second-hand paper back books, comes to the local market. The girlslooking for'business' hang out at a nearby coffee shop - and whilst drinking my coffe,I noticed certainpoints of similarity between the girls and the books. How they flaunt their colours at you. Displaying themselves on the shelves of those alluring bookstalls. You can have any one of them - if the price right. The acrid, second-hand perfume lingers on your exploring fingers Suntan oil? Stale scent? Bacon fat? You pretend that you were there first - But she’s been had before. Making your selection. Everythingaccording to personal taste All exchanged for grubby notes; in advance of course. Buy beforeyou try. Virgins are naturally -extra; Her unsullied pages can’t resist your rough,impatient ravaging. Spine, snapped brutally back, Forcing access for your scavenging- All purity quickly gone.