Locked Lips Tell No Lies – Extract 17

I shivered as I felt fallen snow make its way on my neck down the back of my coat, and melt instantly. It was anyone’s guess as to when the next bus would be. Artemis and I decided to walk.

And so we did. We walked through deserted streets painted with a thick layer of ice, here and there ridged with footprints which offered welcome traction from the otherwise smooth surface. In gaps in the almost impenetrable clouds, we pointed out constellations biting their clean light into the yawning mouth of the sky. This was our city tonight; the usual grime-steeped city made new for as long as it snowed.



Amber R Walker, Hull, Creative Writer, Bookmaker, Lover of art

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