#19 Praha

They sat on the top step, on either side the lush green undergrowth, before them the 120 steep steps that led back to the city.

They both sat on a single sheet of newspaper. Neatly, symmetrically, between them sat a packet of Petra cigarettes with a lighter on top.

They both smoked and he drank from a carton of cranberry juice that he had cut open with a pocket knife.

“There is nothing here for us” she said.

He pondered on this for a moment, drawing on his cigarette.

“There is each other” he said.

“It’s not enough” she replied.

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