"I'm the queen of fools
I know the deck is stacked"
- Dusty Springfield, Little By Little, 1967
It was like notes on a script:
LIGHT FADING. PEOPLE ARE HOME WATCHING THE NIGHTLY NEWS. NO TRAFFIC.
THE MEAN STREETS ARE DESERTED.
IT’S WARM BUT THERE’S A FINE DRIZZLE. THE STREETLIGHTS HAVE FUZZY HALOS.
ONE LONE GIRL (SHORT, HAIR TIED BACK), IS LATE FROM WORK.
SHE WALKS UP THE CITY FOOTPATH TO A CURRY HOUSE FOR A TAKEAWAY DINNER.
THERE’S A WARM GLOW FROM THE ONLY OTHER PLACE THAT’S OPEN – A RECORD BAR.
AS SHE PASSES ITS WIDE OPEN DOOR, THE MELLOW NOTES OF A 60s TORCH SONG WAFT OUT TO MEET HER…
For a few minutes last night, life was like a movie.
Slobart is beautiful when you least expect it.
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