Life After Joe
“To be honest, I barely noticed I was walking. The railway station, the elegant Regency facades of Grainger New Town, seemed to float obligingly past me of their own accord. I was smooth and easy. I was on the moving walkway at the airport taking giant steps. I was skating on ice.
Ice. I put out a hand to steady myself on the rail by the Grey’s Monument pedestrian crossing—careful, Matthew, no sense in all this beautiful striding and skating if you walk straight out under a bus—and my palm stuck... to it. The shudder that ran through me as I jerked my hand away woke my whole body to the temperature of the night around me. A rip in the chemical veil. Through it, I saw the glimmer of frost on the railing. On the pavement, the tarmac. All over my tired, dirty city. A benediction… To concrete and glass, anyway. On my skin, it was just a dull ache. And I was feeling it because I was out on the streets, fifty-five degrees north, three weeks before Christmas, in my T-shirt. That was because my wallet, and taxi fare, was back in the Powerhouse in the pocket of my jacket, and my jacket was there because the world’s biggest bouncer hadn’t given me time to pick it up before slinging me out into the street.MoreLess
Ice. I put out a hand to steady myself on the rail by the Grey’s Monument pedestrian crossing—careful, Matthew, no sense in all this beautiful striding and skating if you walk straight out under a bus—and my palm stuck... to it. The shudder that ran through me as I jerked my hand away woke my whole body to the temperature of the night around me. A rip in the chemical veil. Through it, I saw the glimmer of frost on the railing. On the pavement, the tarmac. All over my tired, dirty city. A benediction… To concrete and glass, anyway. On my skin, it was just a dull ache. And I was feeling it because I was out on the streets, fifty-five degrees north, three weeks before Christmas, in my T-shirt. That was because my wallet, and taxi fare, was back in the Powerhouse in the pocket of my jacket, and my jacket was there because the world’s biggest bouncer hadn’t given me time to pick it up before slinging me out into the street.MoreLess
Read book Life After Joe for free
You can download books for free in various formats, such as epub, pdf, azw, mobi, txt and others on book networks site. Additionally, the entire text is available for online reading through our e-reader. Our site is not responsible for the performance of third-party products (sites).
Write Review:
User Reviews: