Thursday, February 26, 2009

A kindness, a frog and smoke.

1. She has fallen asleep in the drawing room. A carer comes by and moves her glasses to a safer spot.

2. It's a dead leaf on the platform. No, it's a large frog taking the air on a mild February night.

3. Outside the hotel on the corner, two men are smoking and talking quietly in the dark. The smell of their weed has something to say.

As needed, forgotten cake and syrup.

1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...