From the the train line at Hither Green on our way South a view of what you might call new London, the cluster of skyscrapers at Canary Wharf spot lit by late afternoon sun shine.
Thanks Gerard Manley Hopkins for the adjective, the virginia creeper by the roadside is firecoal-red.
Another story is posted on One Fine Day. It is called The Lie. This new blog is becoming a sort of dialogue on the subject of short story writing which I welcome. Though its chief purpose remains to entertain.