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She slipped into the cafe and imagined she was on the Rue de something as she sipped her wine and soda and read Moliere.
Later, she slipped a fiver to a homeless man sitting in an empty shop doorway and picking at a stain on the sleeping bag covering his legs. She wished she could stop feeling like crying all the time because there was no reason for it.
At night she slipped between cold cotton sheets and in her jade dreams she sang as she fed the birds that always gathered at one end of the Rue de something.

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    Drew Martyn almost 2 years ago

    Inspired by a someone I saw waiting in a bus station.

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    Neville Hunt almost 2 years ago

    Magnifique! Love the outtro.

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    Neville Hunt almost 2 years ago

    (I stopped feeding the beautiful little goldfinches in my garden. I had to because those particular little birds are such messy eaters that they encouraged fat rats to become fatter. I was sad about that, but rats don’t need much encouragement round here.)

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    Drew Martyn almost 2 years ago

    Thanks Neville.
    Much the same happened to me - having had absolutely no interest in our feathered friends, I decided to start feeding them one winter and became fascinated with the cheeky little beggars. But then the inevitable happened and our rodent friends came thieving!
    I like rats (even the wild ones, though I wouldn't try leaving any fingers near them!) but there's a time and a place and they had to go. Sorry boys! Sadly I haven't fed the birds since, though many of them still come back occasionally. :)

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    Jeff Taylor almost 2 years ago

    Really good Drew. I like to imagine that those Jade dreams are very special effects heavy 😊

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    Frenchie almost 2 years ago

    I love this! I would say it is intriguing and the intro of something more. I don't know why, but it left me with something ominous in mind. I just loved it...

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    Drew Martyn almost 2 years ago

    Thanks folks. Your right, Frenchie, there is a dark undercurrent to this. I've not gone into it (in my mind) at all, could be something's about to happen, could just be her loneliness, but I definitely wanted to convey something not being "quite right" in her life :)

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