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summerdown: a very short Short Story

He saw the sun vanish as he walked down from the palm house. It blinked out.  Clouds raced in to cover its absence.  Instead of going home he sat in the bus shelter and watched her undressing.  She would always leave the curtains open for him.  Later, when he was still sat in the bus shelter and the snow was so heavy he couldn’t see across the street to her window, she sent out her husband to scare him off with fists and slaps. Morning didn’t come.

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About michaeleganpoetry

Liverpool based poet and editor. I have had four pamphlets of poetry published, most recently After Stikklestad (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2010). Penned in the Margins published my first collection, Steak & Stations, in 2010.

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