Category: Fiction
Dressed up Like a Dog’s Dinner
Part 11
I first saw you in a corridor. A corridor high in a building. Built on a hillside. It was late in the day and the sun was bright. You were heading west. Silhouetted against a window. Rays of light surrounded you. Walking west away from me. As I watched the drums started in my head. The beat amplified by blinding […]
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There was a day. It was warm. Late spring. Halcyon days. First days of a house by the sea. You and me. By the sea. We read serious newspapers seriously. Each Sunday. Spread on a bed by the sea. From that small island we had created. Each new tide bought us closer to the change. Informed by newsprint. A change. […]
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Caution some bad language in this psychotic little piece. Apologies for the odd bits of Cockney slang.
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