Oblivion by Peter Walmsley (From Swindon Advertiser)

Oblivion by Peter Walmsley

3:41pm Thursday 20th November 2008 in

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Cold wetness seeping into his trousers. Sensation of breeze across face as the now familiar descent into oblivion began. Stomach churning, ribs awash, head light somehow detached. Street lights blurred. Horn blowing loud…so far away. Shaking himself, rising from the wet tarmac. Better in bed perhaps than Bath Road.