Waiting for Dawn: Thursday

Fine rain in waves outside the tan centre – there is no mention of sun as it is rarely seen in this town. The night’s bluster swells my jacket. In the empty shop-fronts undulating reflections appear – billboards where the reversed slogans appear alien. I am a moving shadowgraph and my umbrella pops inside-out. The smells of bricks are tangled in the noise of the wind.

– Benjamin F Jones
Fine rain in waves

Fine rain in waves.

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About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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3 Responses to Waiting for Dawn: Thursday

  1. That’s beautifully written — kind of lonesone, though.

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