UnEven Street
[ 2013 - Present ]
Steve Coel
Weekend Pass
Steve Coel
Grey. A grey dismal sky, disgusted
with seeping sighs at the sight of
cellars of music, cheap meat and
middle aged women with American sailors
careening, preening and screaming,
like angels of delight spewing
on to damp staircases.
Pressing. Pressing new mobiles to ear
young children glare at old timers
clicking tongues on fairground rides
in broken jeans...
Extract from - Weekend Pass.
Performance piece last requested on
National Flash Fiction Day.
microflashfiction - Steve Coel
An 11.59 Publication
