The babble from the couple in the bedsit next door.
His over bearing voice, her whinging tones, shit rap music.
Yellow light against the curtains.
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- First Lines from the Mews
- Goodbye Brunswick Place
- Living above the Songs of Vanished Horses
- Last Few Stations before Alighting
- A Southside Dream
- Casting Broken Shadow
- Looking for a Sigil
- Last Saturday in the Bedsit
- Friday Fragmented
- A Fairy Queen, A Giant Penguin and the Shrunken Dead
- The Time of the Bedsit, Collapsing
- Rainy Monday 8:01am
- Sad Friday
- Misty
- The Weekend in 5 Steps, and a Few Other Sentences
- Bastards in the Bedsit Next Door
- Last Shift in the Capsule
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