Over the Thames side air at night

when walkways are quieter then, as

spooks are said to roam the streets

at will, a heavy mist envelopes all

except the brighter lighter streets

and in the doorway of a tailor's shop

somebody lights a cigarette from a

Lucifer, and sirens screech away as


the sight of someone in a crumpled

heap is seen, and thus begins the

awakening of a sleuth from his well

earned sleep, as a wife is heard to

say 'You aren't going out again, not

now, in this dark, and ghostly night.

Why don't you find a job elsewhere?'




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Tue 6th Oct 2020 21:32

Thank you muchly Greg, Stephen, Jordyn, and Josephine - appreciate the likes and comments. P

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Greg Freeman

Tue 6th Oct 2020 08:33

Atmospheric, almost Dickensian air, Phil.

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