People are always doing things.
The bust shit up,
Then make amends.
They leave on lights,
And open doors.
Forget to breathe,
On kitchen floors. 83 more words
On the coach home, Big Dave was relieved when the concrete receded and the familiar tree-lined hills of the Downs reappeared.
‘It’s alright for a day trip, but I wouldn’t like to live there,’ he said, trying to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the passing dark shapes. 2,241 more words