“it was a dark and stormy night”

street lamp refracted through rain drops
Except it wasn’t. At least, it wasnt dark.

For some unknown reason the local council left the street lights on all night last night, so when I woke in the wee small hours I could see just how much damage the wind was doing in the garden. It was not a pleasant sight, but the thistledown street lamp almost made up for it.

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Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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