The Spoils

The light clunk of two glasses at the bar marked the hour. Their keepers conversed over what should come next. To Camden? To Oxford? To Westminster? To Hogarth's? Their banter continued until Saint Mary stole seven away from the world, and the glasses were wearied. The couple stood up and departed the pub, lacking time to accomplish but one of their fancies, and I rose to follow. No time for London today.

7 August 2007