A little something whipped up by He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, inspired by my piece for qarrtsiluni.
1. A thick high hedge through which the scent of lilies reaches out to tickle passers-by.
2. We lie in the dark whispering until we hear the potato water hissing on to the stove.
3. Coming home in the dark, I feel my phone go off in my pocket, and spot a familiar sibling loitering at the top of our road. I run up behind him and pull his hat over his eyes. Later he says that during that day, three people asked him for directions to three separate hospitals; and shows me pictures on his camera of the work he has been doing 30 floors above the streets of London.
Grasses, jay and watchers.
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