Monday, 3 October 2016

murder

Pitch black in the dead of night.
Bathroom.
Get up, it is cold, it is the time between summer and new year.
Ponder upon the murder of the husband of a friend a thousand miles away.

Pitch black , pitched into the dark.
Killed by a man taking his baseball bat for a walk in the woods.

it is dark, in the bedroom there is the sound of the seaside melody.
The mobile telephone is not programmed to be silent on holidays.
It is five in the morning, on a workday it would be time to get up and prepare for the day.


turn it off and return to the computer.

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