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.
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.
it is hopeful
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
currently
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
no longer writing in the third person
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Thank you, Jack
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
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We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
December 2025