Sunday, 4 October 2015

Down those Cross Streets

         No reason to feel nervous at night, not even at Eleven-thirty at night in the heart of New York. Nothing ever happened to her kind of people; things happened to people living down those cross streets in old red bricks or old brownstones. Things threatened silver and gold dancers there in the Iridium room across. But things didn't happen to her or anyone she knew.

Dorothy B Hughes
In a Lonely Place

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