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Like a film noir movie this has the effects of heartbreak and loneliness with a touch of moral ambiguity. I can feel the barren parts of life all over it. Good one, J.
Thank you for your kind comment, Tim.
j.
I wholeheartedly agree with Tim. This does have a film noir ambiance to it. Were you by any chance wearing a trench coat and a low brimmed fedora while writing it? Lol, so good to have your presence here, J. Like you never missed a beat!
Thank you, Kelly….I had the trench coat on but couldn’t find my fedora.
Thanks, it is good to be on this site….I have decided this is my choice now.
So many of us from WC migrated here.
Reminds me of all those movies about city angst. (I am suppressing a rant about how much I hate New York), and all it’s denizens… I can see them now walking down seedy sidewalks in the rain, their furthest horizon in easy walking distance. Beautiful imagery sir, and a nice reminder of how happy I am in a town with only about twelve occupied houses.
Interesting what you said. I was from the Bronx, originally and by the time we left…I was so ready for a new place to live.
Guess I was NOT a city boy even though I was born there.
I appreciate this review. We lived in a five-story high rise on the fifth floor. NO elevator so it was a trek every time.
Thanks again, just hope you don’t hate me…ha ha.
j.