kate p — 5/8 Radio #261
“Another glass, Garin?” Arkasha asked. Oleg nodded. He probably shouldn’t have. It was a workday tomorrow, after all. But then he suddenly thought about the journey home, late at night, and a wonderful feeling washed over him. He imagined coming across a lone bus, with a sleeping passenger inside. The bright green glow of an all-night pharmacy sign. An empty children’s playground beside an old outdoor hockey rink. Roses, hydrangeas and anemones in the window of a little flower shop. A faded notice on a concrete utility pole advertising a parrot exhibition at the local community centre. A man…
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