Part 6 of 6 by Joseph Ridgwell
I opened up my laptop and switched it on. “Jude,” I replied, as I waited for my settings to appear. Then I began to waffle, “I’m a poet, from London, I’ve come here to write my first book of poetry, you know different environments, different inspirations, I think you could inspire me, you could be my muse, what d’ya think?” No answer. I looked up. Juanita had fallen asleep on my bed holding an unlit cigarette in an outstretched hand.
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Joseph Ridgwell's The Last Days of the Cross is excerpted from his latest novel.