Armour buffed, chest puffed, but not today:
there was no one else around.
(…) Tony’s car, the strikes were clear.
There was little traffic, a sense of pounding shock deflected.
The actually quite strong wind. I’ll never forget approaching that red Fiesta with a puzzled look upon my face, I felt like I was shaking my head, I’m not sure if I was or not, but what I am sure of, of as sure as the scars on his hands is that Tony had changed.
He got out of the car wearing a guilty look and a white (…)
I remember questioning the size of it in my mind,
the baggy trousers were flapping around in the mud revealing the skinny legs beneath.
“I’m sorry” he sang, “I can’t today or any other day”
there was no one else around.
(…) Tony’s car, the strikes were clear.
There was little traffic, a sense of pounding shock deflected.
The actually quite strong wind. I’ll never forget approaching that red Fiesta with a puzzled look upon my face, I felt like I was shaking my head, I’m not sure if I was or not, but what I am sure of, of as sure as the scars on his hands is that Tony had changed.
He got out of the car wearing a guilty look and a white (…)
I remember questioning the size of it in my mind,
the baggy trousers were flapping around in the mud revealing the skinny legs beneath.
“I’m sorry” he sang, “I can’t today or any other day”
