The street I live on takes on a strange feeling in the evening, especially when it’s damp and cold. Some details about it seem to remind me of Armentieres but I can’t put a finger on what it is exactly. Most of the time I can ignore it but it’s always there at the back of my mind.
The last thing I needed, then, was for some random asshole to set off a large fire cracker not far from me while I was walking to the store.
That was more than three hours ago; my hands only just stopped shaking. Just when I thought I was over being spooked by things like this, I got a painful reminder that part of my mind is still there.
Hopefully Christmas won’t be ruined for me. My mood has taken a nosedive.