Calling at: Pharmacy, Florist, and Off-Licence only
Strange to go against the flow, to squeeze through bodies hell-bent on bagging seats aboard a train going nowhere. Mad to abandon scores of sweaty commuters for-fuck’s-saking in stifling carriages. Peculiar to say ‘I forgive you,’ without asking what ‘technically it wasn’t adultery’ means. Bizarre to move on in mindless circles, like these new-bloody-fangled trains. Odd that Viagra ads plastered along your route will snap you out of it. Demented to abandon your 30-year career mid-shift, your engine running hot. Ludicrous to be clattering down Marchmont Street towards your unsuspecting spouse—pills, peonies, and vino swinging wildly at your side.
Photo Credit: Stefan Klocek
Thanks so much, Carrie! Glad you enjoyed it and that the momentum came through. Lucy
Fabulous, and dare I say filled with momentum and tumbling to its finish.