There was a bookshop on it in my teens. I remember browsing round there looking for escape routes, emergency exits disguised as paperbacks.
There is a club at the top. In my twenties I threw shapes, downed pints and wasted nights there across my lost years.
Now I’m thirty-five, but not for long. It‘s the final stretch of the walk home. I never dreamed I’d make it to this point, living round here.
Every evening I turn the key, climb the stairs and look out the window, down the hill in this, the happiest time of my life so far.
[Thanks to Oranjepan, who asked for something about Reading, for this suggestion.]
Pandora's Box
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I like this post. Simple, sweet, good.S
Are you suggesting it's all downhill from here?
Teasing. I like the direct simplicity of it, although it feels shorter than 100 words. Odd how sentences can do that.
nice short and sweet, not a novel.
104 words, actually. still, i do like the simplicity and sweetness of it.
My word count said 100. I just do as it tells me.
I hope I get to 35ish and feel that settled and happy about a place. Nice stuff- very much enjoy the 100 worders- not because they are short! think the concept is good once a week
"There was a bookshop on it in my teens. I remember browsing round there looking for escape routes, emergency exits disguised as paperbacks."
Hey, that's how Bastian found [i]The Neverending Story[/i].
"...emergency exits disguised as paperbacks."
Love it!
Thanks everybody who liked this one - and in future, don't forget to comment or email me if you have any suggested topics.
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