Twilight at Canley Vale, I had stepped out to my backyard to have a cigarette. As I smoke, I listen to the neighbour at the back practise the organ.
She plays pop-rock muzak. Hotel California, Ebony & Ivory, Three Times A Lady. She has that dancey rhythmny drum machine thingy on.
I finish my cig and put it out in a makeshift ashtray. I close my eyes and listen to the music. It conjures up an image of a wedding in an elevator.
I open my eyes and see my neighbour's slightly demented fat ginger cat sitting on the fence and looking at me with contempt and suspicion .
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