Reflection of a warehouse ina body of water at night. Dialogue in a Rapidly-Flooding Warehouse, Docklands, London - Do you know why we’re here? - No. And who are you? - I could ask you the same question - Well, go on then - Who are you? - I’m Derek. And you are? - That’s a coincidence. I’m Derek, too - Who’da thought it? - That’s a lot of water - It is - Where’s it coming from? - <silence> - Oh, of course. The river. It’s cold, isn’t it? - It is - Derek? - Yes? - You any good with knots? - No. They kicked me out of the Scouts. - Why? - I was no good with knots. - Makes sense (They drown)

Not Exactly a Poem a Day, but it’s No. 59 Anyway: Dialogue in a Rapidly-Flooding Warehouse, Docklands, London. Being a prompt to write a short dialogue between two strangers in a London warehouse, attempting to reach a solution.

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