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Slate
Summer
He stood out in the street, the first light of a summer morning sneaking through.
5am.
He had met Jane when he came back to town. She was working at the charity bookshop across town when he had gone in for a browse. He didn't think he would get recognised back home but she had made him immediately.
He checked the phone as he walked down the street.
She reminded him of May. The books, the wit, the sex. But there would never be another May.
Couldn't be.
But there was fun to be had and it made him feel young again, leaving the house before the sun came up, or her husband got home.
He walked through the streets. Changed now, but not that much. He remembered some of the faces and the names. Gone now, but he could feel their spirits.
Still here.
He felt a sweat building and coughed hard.
Oh for fuck's sake.
The doctors had told him to get more exercise.
What did they think he had been doing all night, and now up before the joggers.
The streets were empty. He loved this time.
Fuck, I should be writing something.
