4pm, Sunday, England A crisp packet cartwheels from the gutter – alone in its exuberance. The final witness, a thin black cat shrugs and slithers off to who knows where. Bare trees shudder and behind dead-eyed windows, gravy-streaked dishes are wiped and put back in cupboards. Leftovers decanted. Homework is remembered. We slump – mourning […]
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There goes another week. Just one of 4,000 that, apparently, I’ll have if my life stretches out an average length. You would think that after considerably more than 2,000 I would know how they go, yet, every single week’s opening starts with me hopping up and down on the starting line – this is the […]