Hoxton Square

[Abra]

She dissapeared into the foggy November night. A wasted youngster heading for dumpsters they refer to as exclusive clubs in the dark and scruffy east end. Swaggering through alleys where homeless people lay their heads at night, sleeping in dirty wet rags with mad rabies dogs by their side, ready to bark and bite without warning. Tripping carefully to avoid the shattered glass scattered along the damp cobblestone streets that runs through town like a thousand veins, all heading to the one place where the night never ends. Trip along, dear Marion, to Hoxton square. I will meet you there.

[Delta40]

This is really an introduction to something greater and it is a shame it is so brief since one's imagination can only stretch so far before you, the author should fill the void with your own work. Please write more