Darrell K Morris

By darrellkmorris

Broken Marriage

1.00 p.m. Lewisham Way, South East London.

As a small kid I spent their wedding day kicking a football against a wall in the backyard knowing that it was a sham and that it would never last. And there we have it years later, fading away in a frame in a junk shop with a broken window in South East London. Just call me Nostradamus Morris.

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