A city bridge

Walk of Frisson, 50

Seagulls smirking, morning mocking, as I escape her flat. My friend the city draws my progression from ape to man, my walk shedding shame for frisson. Newport has my back. My eyes drink, but for you, semantics; Castle. Bridge. Wave. Riverfront. I think of Houdini. Hello Newport, you beautiful bastard.

– 50 words flash story entry for ‘Newport Stories’, November 2011.






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