|All this and the diacriticals, no wonder I got no sleep
||[Jun. 4th, 2016|11:52 pm]
A tram in ---. |
They're knackered old things: narrow, plastic seats, you could hose them clean from the inside out.
A wedding party gets on, full rig, she in the dress, he in the suit and everyone else got up too. All joy and noise, and here in --- where no-one cracks a smile.
They look so young and ugly and beautiful and vulnerable and brave, the two of them. The tram packed with them and the rest; empty and cold and sad before.