There is at least a reasonable chance this is the only chance I’ll get to write today.
Phone cables, electrical lines, and guy wires stretched above the street turned bazaar and footpath. Some dried clothes near the plasterboard structures lining the way. Others hung heavy with pennant flags and beer ads. Still others ran the several meter gap empty and wondering why. Together they choked the sky and forced Drake’s attention back to earth.
Somewhere in this jumbled alley there had to be the best place in Goh Bhutin to find a cup of coffee. He’d find it.
107 words on day 532