I saw a spoon on the road today. Actually, I heard it first. The sound of cutlery, clear as glass, as the traffic lights turned green. There it was, right in the middle of the crossing, shiny like a magpie’s treasure; waiting to be found.
I saw a spoon on the road today. Actually, I heard it first. The sound of cutlery, clear as glass, as the traffic lights turned green. There it was, right in the middle of the crossing, shiny like a magpie’s treasure; waiting to be found.