Our town

I was wrapped up in a fluffy dressing gown and shivering beneath the duvet. The curtains were open and I watched the clouds scaling the blue skin of a chilled autumn sky. The mock Tudor façade of the terraced houses across the road begged to be part of a sinister historical drama, so I obliged by thinking up bits of narration for one, spooling variations through my internal projector: "Our town...The people of our town...And when we thought back on it...Our town...It was our town..."