Thursday, 8 January 2009

Axed

He climbed over the 'Keep out' sign, squeezed through the ramshackle fence, snagged his suit jacket on rusty claws of barbed wire. Kicking away beaten, flattened cans, he slumped down, hoping to stake out a deviant solitude. 

At dawn, he hurled his Blackberry into the dark soup of the canal.