Brick Lane
I finally found work. At the box factory, tomorrow morning, at nine o’clock.
Walking down Brick Lane tonight in the rain, I stopped for a bottle of champagne and a single yellow rose.
She’ll have to apologize now. I’m not hopeless, and I’m proving it to her.
And to myself.
Shoreditch Road
We were really into these two cute guys we met at a pub last night in Shoreditch.
We’d laughed and teased them under the stairway. We let them kiss us and touch us.
They promised we’d meet here again tonight, but they never came. American girls. OMG! We’re so … delusional.
Thank you for letting me use your inspiring photos.
Terry writes Eclecticism: Reflections on literature, writing and life .
Love them! Thanks very much, Sharron. You definitely captured the atmosphere of both places!
Shoreditch Road is every traveling woman's story 😁 The possibility of romance is always subtly there.