Sunday, 27 January 2008


the man stands in the doorway, face cracked and chiselled behind large, square-framed glasses of a decade-old design. his blond hair is neatly combed like a hokusai tsunami print. he shrugs the shoulders of his loose, leather jacket, casually takes a last drag of his cigarette and throws the end to the ground where it fizzes against the frost under his brown, suede shoe.

1 comment:

Vaslov said...

i like the hair description - very evocative.