Artwork by Enrique Cropper
“I’m heading out of an office block.
I say Bonne soirée to the guard at the reception desk.
I come out on to a city street.
There are high, glass-fronted buildings around me.
It’s dark.
It’s chilly.
My nose tingles, there’s a hazy smoke in the air.
There are three or four rows of vehicles on the street in front of me.
I decide not to catch the metro, unusual for me to break with my habit.
I tell myself, maybe it’s better to stretch your legs.
It’s been a long day in front of the computer.
I turn in the direction the traffic is heading.
The buildings are tall, on both sides of the street, like walls of a tunnel.
I see a signpost above.
Centre ville.
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