Martin Kirby
Joined February 2021
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SAMUEL
No words, just the relentless city and the vapour of breath. He led me, in slow motion, just like he blinked and spoke. With a fat plastic bag in one hand and rucksack on his bent back, he walked round the corner into the condemned shopping mall. He wouldn’t let me carry. His head panned calmly left and right, absorbing; blue-eyes circled by cropped grey hair and stubble; his acute consciousness palpable, because of what I knew.
By Martin Kirby3 years ago in Humans