#MilitantFactionsQuotes 03: This city was foreign to him, and for the first few weeks he wandered as
"This city was foreign to him, and for the first few weeks he wandered as if lost in the dusty old streets near the apartment where he had taken lodgings. One afternoon, just as loneliness threatened to overpower him (as if he were being annihilated by the sky) he passed a shop window and saw a portrait. His heart chilled, his eyes watered, and he pressed his nose to the dirty glass. Mouth vapour obscured his view, and impatiently he wiped with a cold hand and stared at a small framed portrait of a young woman, carelessly leaning at the back of the display. She was the image of beauty, and now his heart pumped, bleeding warmth through his body like good whiskey. Never had he seen those eyes, and yet he knew them, knew her, those perfect cheeks, such tender lips (stained a little with ink). He knew that as long as the picture stared solemnly out from the window, he would never be alone in the world."
-From "Picture This", published in the "More Raw Material" anthology (2015), and one of the stories in Mark Piggott's fiction/non-fiction collection "Militant Factions" available in paperback or Kindle from Amazon.