Mary knows the night will eat her. She walks the streets, the smog like a marinade.

She hears children laugh, remembers the smell of their hair and feel of their hands.

Outside McDonald’s a man stands awkwardly. She knows him, knows his lack of agility. And the night watches, salivating.

Dominic is looking for employment as well as a way to describe the world around him. He writes poetry among other things and has been published online and in print in Driftwood Press, Poetry Birmingham and Kallisto Gaia magazines. He hopes he has something to say. He’s sure everyone does.