Bassline

The car inched forward as rush hour traffic crawled across the junction. A faint rhythm sailed over from the barbershop and Damien picked it up, tapping on the door while he surveyed the street. “So what about Keisha, man? What’s going on?” asked Jerome. Damien leaned back in the seat and put on a grin. […]

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Tower block lights

Night after night we’d criss-cross the centre like a knitted sweater, connecting up places with thread. Then we’d pick a colour and chart a course through the night and in our heads to find the perfect setting. Passing through the heights of Kingsdown, we knew every one of those tower block lights, twinkling with promise. […]

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