N3

Ian Armstrong ©2014

Trafalgar Square was full of tired Millennium revellers. His hands were warm in his pockets. She offered him a fag. He had given up the fags on the stroke of midnight. She looked cute in her Tinker Bell costume, so he took it. He leant forward for a light. Their eyes met, like passing ships in the night. A cold wind made her shiver. He handed her his warm parka. He smiled at her. She looked like the Michelin Man. They watched the buses come and go. The N3 arrived. “Are you coming?” He flicked his fag and followed her.

Francis Thaddeus Ray
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