The bones and most of the organs of this piece were a brilliant dream I have just woken from.
I want to go back.
I woke up, despite its oddness, missing the place.
I don’t know any of the faces I met. The only voice I recognised was my brother’s. Come with me…
The day was wet. The sort of wet that empties the streets and fills the shop windows with grumbling expressions.
I usually love this kind of rain and can usually be found in the deserted street dancing for the window faces.
This day I appeared to be in quite a melancholy mood.
The bar I found myself in suited that mood.
It was a dark bar, set in a disused room underneath the arches of a limestone bridge. The stone inside was artfully exposed and rustic benches filled the centre.
I purchased a beer and sat alone…
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