By the time I was up on the black tar rooftop, 2006 had arrived...

By the time I was up on the black tar rooftop, 2006 had arrived and I watched the curly haired gal kissing a guy in the darkness. I started to walk to the opposite side to light a smoke by myself, but a French female accent carried over the thick cold air. “Now you!” The curly haired girl was looking at me again. “Now you. Come here. We can’t start the New Year lonely. That was last year. Last year we were lonely.”

 

Excerpt from the novel: To Be Heard