The Smell of Scaffolding at Night
Couldn’t sleep, so I went walking. Past midnight, streets quieter but never silent — mopeds whining, bins being dragged, someone arguing on a balcony. Ended
Couldn’t sleep, so I went walking. Past midnight, streets quieter but never silent — mopeds whining, bins being dragged, someone arguing on a balcony. Ended
The lift died again yesterday. Halfway up, halfway down, nobody’s sure. The doors jammed, lights flickered, and poor Carmen from the third floor was stuck
We had another neighbour meeting. Always a mistake. Someone pins a note in the lift — half the building turns up, the other half pretends