It was night. It could have been any time of day really but as the shyness of the moon hung over the two smokestacks upon the edge of town, now ceased in their billowing rumble, it could only have been night.A small patch of a walkway circled its way up the hill close to my … Continue reading Night Walk
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Breakfast in the park
A windy day of nothing to do. The overcast pall of sunrise had congealed itself upon morning’s doorstep and now weakly began to illuminate the lower-lying clouds that stuck to the horizon’s edge like porridge clinging to a kitchen sink.Dissatisfied with stillness, the wind exhumed a stagnant patch of air and flung and it carelessly … Continue reading Breakfast in the park
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