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.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Thank you, Jack

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."

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

"Put a blanket."

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The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

Slug

Rain, starting