A tale I wrote
There's a purple houseplant to the right of me,
a laptop sitting on a stack of board games in front of me,
a switched off desk fan behind me on a makeshift coffee table,
and a mustard yellow woolen blanket draped
over a scuffed, bluey-grey foot stall to my left.
There's aggressive looking rain outside my flat.
There's a crying tree outside my flat.
There's shops and people and cars outside my flat.
There's clouds and houses and decisions
and arguments and cracks in tarmac
and buses with dimmed lights and For Sale signs
and moody cats and stop signs and oil stains
and dying leaves and dead leaves outside my flat.