the aftermath Such gaily flashing lights! Such bright fluorescent suits! Wrapping paper brims from bags and bundles stacked and glistening in the rain. (The rubbish men are back at work.) Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print More Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading... Related Author: don't confuse the narrator Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion View all posts by don't confuse the narrator
I doubt any of them live in a council flat either. Although the trousers are likely to be cor blimey. LikeLike Reply
Are there any council flats any more? I thought everything had been sold off and privatised long ago. LikeLike Reply
I doubt any of them live in a council flat either. Although the trousers are likely to be cor blimey.
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Are there any council flats any more? I thought everything had been sold off and privatised long ago.
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