Saturday, 29 November 2008

Brighton Pie

When she came out of the pink light of the seafront gallery, the night sky looked blue. She knew it was grey, really, like it had been all day, but it made her happier to go along with the illusion until her eyes adjusted.

Out by the tiny low tide waves, someone walked alone in the dark. She could see their white shoes, imagined the scrunching sounds of their footsteps on wet stones.

As she turned for home, the orange pink lights of the pier shouted and screamed for her attention. It made her laugh out loud. The words were jumping up and down in sequence, repeating the same mistake over and over again - Brighton Pie  Brighton Pie  Brighton Pie