My Diary: I Climb A Hill Instead Of Going Through A Tunnel

I pushed the darkness aside to clamber out to a place where only the bedroom windows were lit.‭ ‬I sneaked up on the bus,‭ ‬not realising that another was sneaking up on me.‭ ‬Most of us travelled west‭ (‬the ones going in the opposite direction were still clutching their door keys which they had foolishly attempted to light like cheroots‭)‬,‭ ‬although I stopped off half way to purchase packets that really shouldn’t be filled and then carried on my journey weighed down by a cathedral spire of dead fish‭ ‬-‭ ‬I was secretly hoping a stranger would come along and reduce it to two‭ (‬and five loaves‭) ‬but sadly there aren’t any strangers left.‭ ‬I met the mountain god in the valley‭ (‬although I knew the surrounding hills well‭) ‬and we talked like grown up writing even though mine never really joined up properly.

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