Monday, 18 June 2018

Turned His Back

        He turned his back on her, moved to the cashier's stand. He paid his check, left the restaurant and stood on the corner waiting for a cab. The night air had a thick softness and the smell of stale smoke from factories that had been busy in the day, and the smell of cheap whiskey and dead cigarettes and Philadelphia springtime.

David Goodis
The Burglar


Charles Bender
Philadelphia 1950

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