Tuesday, 17 February 2009

John Held Me

I'd finished my shift at Swing Palais and grabbed a fist of salt to throw over the car's frozen windscreen. Outside, the midgets stood juggling beer bottles and puking into a lady's purse. Twenty short, I walked up the hill to the spot and waited for that mister's car. On the back seat the salt slipped out of my hand.

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