The streets were closed to traffic. We therefore had to go round the back. Party revelers littered the streets in disorganised bunches; blinking lights, cans of spirit, laughing, kissing. A carnival perhaps; a busy street. I didn't know this street too well.
The party bursts into a euphoric beginning, laughter, excitement. Soon, as the night wears on and the novelty finds a comfortable rhythm to settle into, the party fades and people leave. The streets clear. I take the bus through empty Coventry streets. Litter dancing on the pavements, Christmas lighting still dancing through the quiet night sky; a quiet streets.
I know these lonely streets a little better.
Uncle T
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