My brother said, “We haven’t spoken for years, so why ring now?”
I told him opposite Langley Green Station there’s a canal and beside it's a partially demolished factory and my idea was to live in the space between the partially demolished factory and the canal and I wanted to know if he thought that was strange.
My brother thought for a bit, then said, “Yeah, I do.”
But having decided that to me it didn’t seem so strange,
I packed a bag, and leaving everything else behind set off.
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Wayne Dean-Richards works with short stories and the novel. His work has been published in magazines and anthologies in the UK and the US. Some of that work can be found in his collection Cuts, available here
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