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All the way down Oxford Street the traffic was humming, the lights from the cars and the shop windows were becoming more apparent, standing out in the allure of evening. That heavy heady hang of gold and sepia right across London, I could see the momentary colours of the sunset between the tall monochrome of the darkened buildings. She had opened all the windows of our corner flat, a single room seven stories up. She had put candles along the window ledges and joss-sticks whose smell took me back to the indian corners of Manchester where I hung as a kid. The sounds of the street were all in the room jus
In HinterlandsI met Adreanna Van Hausen when I first moved to London. She was a very good looking golden-haired bohemian with a killer Kiwi accent. She was rather oddly very proper, it didn’t suit her at all, or at least what one wanted her to be when you first met her. She was actually quite dull and spoilt. God knows why she’d moved to London, it must have cost her young soul a hell of a lot of money and caused a hell of a lot of worry to her parents. That’s the impression I got anyway. It was about the biggest thing that had ever happened in her life and she was trying to be very proud of herself, if it wasn’t for the fact that she wIn Hinterlands
out of breath Andfådd, springandes genom kylan av midnatt och duggregn, kom hans liv i fokus. Gatulamporna kastade ett gulsotigt sken över gråa hus och kullersten. Hans fotspår föll hårt och helt för långsamt, medan hans gärningar ekade omkring tomma gator flög hans tankar. För livet. För hennes.out of breath
Hundar och polisens siren hördes bortom regnet, glas och röster som krossades. Skulle han hinna? Fanns det tid för henne? Den kroppsliga smärtan försökte förhindra hans kamp. Allt han tänkte p&
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