Gavin Austin
Empty
There is something so sad about those morning coffee cups filled with the dregs of unhappiness. Held in a slack, almost apologetic hand. Enamelled faces crack in the light of morning as they struggle to shape smiles even half polite. Two tepid bodies, wrung and drained of all passion, mechanically carry out the final act of separation.
city skyline the cloud between two towers
About the Author
Gavin Austin lives in Sydney, Australia. He writes short fiction, short plays and poetry. His work has appeared in many Australian and international publications.
Effective yysu subtle it hits the spot.
Beautiful, poignant
Wistful, sad, lovely.
deeply sad and powerful