Small hour strangers.

Pink shoes and dyed hair - naturally blonde, you said. Swap stories, smiles, laughs and glances. What better way to fill the small hours of the morning than with sentences while the other tries to work out what is true, and what (if anything) is made up. Then it's time to leave, go separate ways out into the honest cold. Head to the trusty fast food place. Taxi home please. Get back, wash out the smell of stale smoke, and as the sun starts to come up fall asleep.