Tag: Prose

Walking to a Coffee Shop During Morning School Rush in Belfast (Prose)

Some walks in Belfast are hurried; set-browed; mustered. You’re late, or couldn’t figure out the transportation system, or, most commonly, it’s “lashing rain.” This morning though was bright and misty; you saw your breath but saw the sun peaking through as well. And most catalyzingly, the place was alive with people. Traffic bustled by, moving […]

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