CITY WATER

She leant over the balcony, arms resting on the cold metal. The black water of the city river moved sluggishly, shuddering from a passing boat and old tyres.

Hey, love!

give us a smile

A strong looking, broad shouldered man in a wool beanie shouted out.

In another time and place of course. Only the downtrodden remained, the vitality of freedom long gone.