Five-Minute fiction - 00:33-00:38
The City is a creature that rarely sleeps. It is a living, breathing, entity, and a smelly one at that. But few parts of the City were awake in the hours before dawn. It was an unseemly period, a time reserved for cutthroats and hooligans, or for happenstancers on their way home from somewhere, of probably nefarious geography. Nevertheless, the point is that the City should have been sleeping, and most of it was. Except for three City-Police who, despite the forces apparent strict regulations on, well everything, had settled into an alleyway just between Thoroughfare and the Other-Way. They werent there for any other reason except for a brief reprieve from the wind and rain, and for the chance to light their cigarettes. Policemen smoked, it was something of an i
The City is a creature that rarely sleeps. It is a living, breathing, entity, and a smelly one at that. But few parts of the City were awake in the hours before dawn. It was an unseemly period, a time reserved for cutthroats and hooligans, or for happenstancers on their way home from somewhere, of probably nefarious geography. Nevertheless, the point is that the City should have been sleeping, and most of it was. Except for three City-Police who, despite the forces apparent strict regulations on, well everything, had settled into an alleyway just between Thoroughfare and the Other-Way. They werent there for any other reason except for a brief reprieve from the wind and rain, and for the chance to light their cigarettes. Policemen smoked, it was something of an i