The Dotted Line
Walking down the street in central London a cyclist passed me by. He was obviously on a call. As he passed I could just make out one sentence…
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The occasional smile
The occasional smileA warm wind rushing by,a rumble, a roar, metal shrieking.A sparkle in the eyes,mouth curves slightly.A hint of white teeth show,lips glisten in the light,someone smiles…
The rules
The RulesMind the gapBetween the trainAnd the platformEyes downLook at the screenHeadphones inDon’t talk to anyoneMind the gapBetween the trainAnd the platformTightly packedIn the middle of a crowdNo…
Suddenly A Fox
Small gardens and terraced houses. walking along a quiet street. Suddenly a fox, leaps out, looks at me, and disappears across the road.
Bench
Low fences, short grass, a path. High trees and fallen leaves. Nearby, almost in the park, rows of buses, taxis, cars. Engines rumble, horns. Cyclists rush past, people…
The commute
On the road, on the bus, on the way to work. I have a seat, I’m sitting down, by now others are left standing. The bus will wait…
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