[Last Ford-bye]

He was being too much proud until that moment. But just that morning falled into temptation. Woke up early and reached Corby Road in a dry cold dawn in Sheffield. His warm breathe was hiding his face and it was his only companion too. He turned at the corner and stopped. An old Ford stood…

[Hidden thoughts]

“The thruth is that we are as strangers as this black and white keys of this piano”, she thinks. “So different but on the same keyboard”. “The thruth is that we are as strangers as this black and white tone of this pages”, he thinks. “So different but in the same newspaper”. We could try…