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cigarettes in the snow

The man took a last drag of his cigarette and flicked it from his fingers. He pulled his fur coat closer around his small frame, his breath misting in the frozen air. The snow was falling, thick and silent. All sounds of the passing traffic were muffled in this narrow alley, the people and their errands forgotten, reduced to insignificance – silenced by the heavy white sky.


the fan spins

Some days I feel tired right down to my bones. The clock ticks, the fan spins, my eyelids become heavier and heavier. I can hardly keep my eyes open. I just want to sleep and sleep, climb into bed for a week or more. Perhaps then I will have some energy, muster up some zest for life. I know it’s in there somewhere.

Maybe it’s the heat, the still air, lazy flies. Men sit in doorways, crouching and shirtless, cigarettes hanging from their chapped lips, glazed eyes and lined faces, creased from listlessly following hundreds of passing footsteps. They seem tired too, almost hazed. Maybe it comes from a lifetime of this heat, with salty sweat and dry beer the only moisture in sight.