Takeaway Shop Window; a view out of


I can’t really do this poetically. It is going to be very literal. I went to the nearest window, I saw a bunch of cars trying to violate each other’s personal space. A bunch of pastel coloured buildings standing in a row like ice creams in house form. And a man in traditional attire in a rush – probably late to prayer.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Through the Window.”


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