I'm down at the beach with Em, a cup of tea from
the seafront stalls. A week or two till she leaves for
Greece. This grey year stumbles to its end. I start
to lose the old call centre as a recent place. Old
work colleagues slip into memory. Nevermore
the cool sigh of those stairs. The future is certain,
but some things seem immutable. Some things
stay the same for too long.
