Friday 24 June 2016

The reaction

Steve looked at Johnny, Johnny looked at Steve.
They simultaneously took a swig of their beer, but neither tasted it. 
The juke box played a catchy tune from way back when
People spoke in murmurs, whispering as if attending the funeral of a friend. Outside the grey sky leaked its tears. A 'remain' sticker lay trampled and forlorn on the pavement at the mercy of jack boots. An ambulance rushed by, sirens blearing, lights flashing, taking the sick to hospital.  The bells on the city hall solemnly chimed the hour. 
Neither spoke. 
There were no words. 
There 
are
no 
words. 

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