Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

abrar?

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Rain, starting

"Put a blanket."

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

hiding from the rain

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Thank you, Jack