1049

Five o'clock and it is almost dark.

From the train the sun rests on the trees

Evening clouds run up the river

Grey against a fragile moon.

A flaccid pumpkin and a vampire

Trot past unperturbed.

At the hotel desk

A smiling skeleton signs me in.

From the mobile I hear squeals

New phantom visitors

And pizzas on demand.

Halloween in Southend seems quite dull

Compared to Hastings.

Brian Hick autumn 2011

©copyright Sally Hick 30.11.23

1049a!

         So 

  Why nothing

For three days?