Better Lift
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
kind of mythopoesis
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
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its good short few pages