Saturday, May 16

B MOVIE

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The subtext of conversation hovered just above the smoke, adding to an aroma of perspiration, perfume and preoccupation, that gentle ache asking forgiveness.

It was late, or early dependant upon your personal time zone, time to make a move, if indeed there were any moves left.

Stepping out from the bar onto the dank pavement, the cold asked questions...the neons flashed their answers.

A street littered with detritus and tired temptation.

TO BE CONTINUED



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