(A)
Ribbed in a broken
Red sunset
The man in black
Stood there
Lost in thought
For a good ten minutes
arriving after only
Brooks was left
arriving after only
Brooks was left
Before Brooks spoke
‘Well, I wasn’t expecting that;
He snorted
Reaching for a cig
‘Neither was I,
I thought he would
Have killed him for sure’
‘Instead he bought us more time’
The Man in Black
Pulled up his collar
‘And you believe that?’
'Mandrake arrived 15 minutes ago' ’
Brooks swore.
(B)
Carried across the wind
His coat blew up in the air
For five minutes
After he left the train
Covering the slight fog
Dangling on the platform
Like a blanket
Choking the life of somebody,
Before placing his sunglasses
Back on slowly
Leaving the two young inspectors
Shaking for a good ten minutes after,
Carrying on all the way to the gardens
Past people pushing their way
All the way up to the station
Like they were in a rush to leave
Where his friend eventually
Spotted him stood outside a coffee shop
Flicking through his mobile
With a strained frustration
‘Mandrake’ He said
to which Mandrake smiled wordlessly
his feeth flashing whitely in the sun
like they were fangs. 'When are those bastards due to arrive?'
'Tuesday night'
'Gives us time to prepare then'
looking at the poster on the side of the bus.
To be continued..
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