Street Songlines: not a stir...

street in the industrial area of Hastings on a Sunday morning...

the road was wet with rain...

The road was wet with rain, black and shiny like oilskin. The reflection of the street lamps wallowed like yellow jelly-fish. A bus was approaching - a bus to Piccadilly, a bus to the never-never land - a bus to death or glory.

I found neither. I found something which haunts me still.

The great bus swayed as it sped. The black street gleamed. Through the window a hundred faces fluttered by as though the leaves of a dark book were being flicked over. And I sat there, with a sixpenny ticket in my hand. What was I doing! Where was I going?

("Same Time, Same Place")
Mervyn Peake - Weird Shadows From Beyond: An Anthology Of Strange Stories

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Tuesday 16 December 2014

not a stir...

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