Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Dead Sea Bread Rolls

No idea, it's a title I suppose, he's sat at home, watching the traffic go by and has decided to venture out into the world. Popping on his overcoat, grabbing an old holdall he locks up his abode and wanders into the streets. The streets are bereft of people, the shops are all empty, in the abandoned Chinese bakery he spies something resembling sustenance . He grasps the crusty rolls in his mitt, bread scavenged from a long off time and heads back home.

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