From The Notebook
Filed under My Writing • 13-07-2007 •
Living in the city, night comes all at once. The orange streetlights fire up and the blinds in the apartment blocks across the road go down. Everyone’s cooking dinner and watching TV with the volume turned way up. No-one’s looking out. No-one wants to hear what’s happening in the street. Night comes down like a curtain, shutting us in with the minutiae of our lives – lager in the fridge and sea salt crisps. Some programme about lawyers in Chicago, or LA. The kids sleeping upstairs, their breathing relayed through a humming, interference-prone monitor. The lingering smells of garlic and onion.
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