Exit

The lights turned a sickly green, the game was about to start. Emma had been chosen to represent her country in the most popular game of the century ‘Find the Exit’. She had no say in the matter but she felt confident about her chance of winning because she had been watching the show on

People-watching

Walking past people, I wonder about their frame of mind, Each soul built by their own set of experiences And if I had to delve deep who knows what I would find? They rethink embarrassing moments from twenty years ago And picture what a heaven looks like, if there is one above. They might daydream