This is an experiment into fictional writing. I don't expect any comments but if you would like to leave something please feel free.
Monday, 14 February 2011
Night things
It had long gone midnight and the only light that now lit the streets were the orange glowing street laps, dully ebbing and softly buzzing. The world was quiet, sleeping...or so it seemed. Busy people never see the smaller details. They rush about and forget about the night things. But there is a whole other world out there in the dark and they watch you when you walk, late at night, towards your home, all alone.
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