Jun 14, 2024
IF KNEES COULD TALK
The evening is illuminated by porch lights as the distant sky rumbles like a drum. Despite the earlier rain, the writer managed a brisk walk. Working on his essay proper, he reminisced about a crowded cafe outing with their wife. In the end...5 people..
It is dark now. Not totally dark, though. The porch lights of both my neighbours from across the street, are on. The skies are rumbling in the near distance like it is having gastric. Hearing the tarp, tap, tip of raindrops hitting the ground at a constant even pace, like they are keeping time with music. But I don’t hear music. The rumbling sounds of the sky are like sounds from coming from a…
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