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Monologue: The gilded gates closed

With a hiss and a whisper the gilded gates slid closed.
The car beyond crunched the gravel as its bodywork mirrored the slant, evening sun.
Safe.

House like a fortress.
So much to lose.
So much effort spent in accumulating wealth.
Affluent.
Significant.
Regarded.
Socially acceptable.
One of the elite.

Continues...

Andrew Pratt (born 1948)

Words © 16/7/2013 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk

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