THAT STORMY NIGHT



Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth

He asked me to work late,
I resisted,
The work-load that kept piling on,
I desisted.
Been years now, behind my old desk,
I've been working like a slave,
While he reaped benefits of my hard work,
Myself, never even received an increase in stipend.
Well, enough is enough now,
I want to be free,
Chucking this monotonous job,
I run to the streets, in glee.
It was raining hard,
Just a handful out on the pebbled streets,
I didn't care, no really I didn't,
Cos' that stormy night,
I found a sense of calm within.


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As the chilly wind blew, Martha had a hunch that the glorious day was coming to an abrupt-end; she looked at others, who were enjoying their regular brunch.

“Comon Martha, party’s not started yet; hang on, and enjoy with us,” her friends asked her to stay on.

One look at the skies, and Martha felt uneasy; she urged the others to head home too, fast.

“Don’t be silly Martha,” came their stubborn reply instead.

Petite Martha, listened to her heart; but when from a little distance she looked back, she saw raging flames engulf her friends; the wind had turned ferocious.




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