Tag Archives: Litter

Cobbles and Gutters (Fragments)

In the maze of cobbles and gutters the remnants of the day gather. Torn up train tickets, crumpled newspapers and burned out cigarette butts litter the cobbles, waiting for night rain to come, waiting to be washed away into the gutter. … Continue reading

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Diner (Nighthawks)

A car drifted by outside, its lights slowly fading into the gloom. “Are we going to see each other again?” “Yeah, maybe.” Maybe means no. She knows it means no and he does. He will focus on the yeah, it … Continue reading

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