A lorry hisses, a van grinds its gears as they petulantly come to a halt either side of a crossing. Two men cross in opposite directions. Then the lights change and these four lives; lorry, van, man and man, part their synchronised ways, oblivious to their fleeting connection.
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- Kidcobbler
- Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal. Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair. Walk with a limp and a stick. Cue the double entendré and the stick. Saving money on shoes. Spending it on thoughts. Overdrawn at the creative bank. Loan facility disabled. The irony! Stronger through weakness. Weaker through slogans. New journeys to be taken. Pop along. I'm off my back. I'm back.
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