In Giuseppe's. The tablecloths shine with wear. The chairs are threadbare. But look happy to be sitting there. Becky's cashing up. It's the end of her shift.
It's all relative, right?. One thought, many thinkers.. One flame, many cinders.. One view, many windows.. Love in a time without sacrifice.. We want what we want.
It's midnight in the metropolis. Winter is coming. Harry's in the hallway. Counting out his money. Leon's in the kitchen. Sharpening knives. The moonlight whispers.
Pete is young man. Heart full of rain.. Eyes full of evenings. Spent in a dream. Grew up in a city where you master your pain. Or you end up numb, not feeling..
Everywhere is monsters.. Tits out, wet-mouthed, heads back.. Shouting and screaming just to prove they exist.. . Becky's at the bar with the usual mix.
'It feels like we could make something happen. That ain't ever happened before.'. 'Let's never get bored. Of each other.'. 'And let's always want more.
Who 's bad to the kiddie in the jeckyll hat. to the kiddie in the rooney shirt black and white. the curtains in the room in that daddy's flat. a young girl with the truth and the alley cat.
Harry's staring at his chicken. He's trying hard to listen without hating. But everything David says. Seems to make him like him less. His little brother Pete is waiting.
I'm in a mess, I can't help it. I just go round and round. I'm paranoid, I'm selfish. Push me, I clam up, I'm shellfish. We had a dream, I shelved it.
'Everybody Down!. He'll be here in a second, I reckon'. And Becky beckoned them round. And made them get on their knees. Behind the bar. They held their breath.
Dale was Pete's Mum's new boyfriend's son. He had a mouth that was too small for his toungue. Teeth like a ladder that was missing a rung. Chin looked like it was trying to run.