It's Grim Up North

By lynnfot

Swamp

Two days of cloud that never rose more than ten feet off the ground. Warm with a hot wind. All that was missing was an alligator. 

Off to my home city tomorrow, to meet up my oldest friend. We met 50 years ago this September, aged 11, dressed in our green gymslips. If only I still had the school hat. This is what our school was like when we were there, including the laundry, which was still functioning in the late 1960's.

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