She was waiting for me as I exited the shop, I stepped off the shop’s step, looked down and there she was. Her eyes widened as she saw the warm cardboard blue box I was carrying with the two white dots. I lowered myself to her level and handed it to her. She opened it…
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Chinese
“Ey up love, can yer recommend me a good Chinese round ‘ere please?” A stout gentleman rested his hands upon the bar, he was a little shorter than her but managed to meet her gaze. “Sure”, the girl said, for she did this multiple times a week. “There’s one just off the Main Street in…
Circle line
Stepping carefully down the slippery steps of the station down to the platform not wanting to fall in to you. Treading carefully behind the yellow line to mind the gap and debating which carriage to take not committed yet. Jumping on and our train blasts off like a bullet, going so fast, I can’t catch…
Coffee Table
The coffee table. Not just a table or somewhere to put things but an insight in to a life. The books, the magazines show an interest in a life beside your own. The coffee mug and cafetière tells me how you like your coffee. The lighter and empty wine glass with your pink lipstick marks…
The Loudest Silence
View this post on Instagram When you're at work with not much to do so write on receipt scraps. Standing side by side with the loudest silence I have ever heard despite your pen and my finger clicking, unsure of what I've done not to even be worthy of small talk all the while knowing…
