Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

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Eighth July Blog

By a Road, Darkly.

The tarmac gleamed. It had been raining all day and was saturated. Orange street lights and yellow shop illuminations, shone in the puddles that hugged the potholes in the road, causing shimnering reflections that gave the impression of an early Christmas, though it was barely autumn.

Cars spashed along, the relections danced as droplets fell back into the momentarily dark liquid. Only to be eradicated when the next vehicle passed through. Summer’s mad heatwave had eased, though even with the rain, it was not yet cool. People walked with a purpose. Those going home from their daily toil, were late. Others already fed, were heading out for an evenings entertainment. The pub, a few doors down, was filling up, its doors continually opening and closing as new customers entered.

Suddenly, a woman screamed. Then a loud male laugh ensued as a car…