Another Stitch In Time

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In an alleyway of red brick, a single street lamp flickered erratically. The smell of rot and decay so pungent, even the rats held their nose and scurried off.

It was raining. The relentless downpour, powerless to dilute the stench.

Then amidst the deluge, a beacon.

A light.

An open shop doorway.

Hints of honey and bees wax teasing the nose. Warmth, settling over shoulders chasing away the chill.

The air singing of bygone days of grandeur and romance, of visitors and expectations. Like catching ghosts off guard, running through the shadows, slipping back into the walls.

Another stitch in time.

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14 thoughts on “Another Stitch In Time

  1. Love the otherworldliness of your piece. You have achieved a feeling of darkness in so few words. Well done.

    (Like catching ghosts of guard or off guard
    the relentless downpour powerless to dilute the stench – or was powerless)

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