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:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this: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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