Today I felt like starting

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 dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

its good short few pages

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.