Film Noir, Spain

Film Noir, Spain

$0.00Price
I drifted around...walking miles and miles on roads that didn't seem to care if they led anywhere, and they usually didn't. Big black clouds clenched like fists let loose with a one-two punch of pounding rain that soaked me right down to my calcium, but it couldn't wash her off me. Nothing could get that out. 

I ducked into a little dive and had a stiff one and then another. The bartender made small talk, small talk so small I didn't even hear it. He straightened his tie. That tie was probably the only thing straight in this joint. I ordered another.

Out there in the night, in the city, the rain kept coming.
I was tired, wet, sick, desperate, hungry. Hungry for what I wasn't so sure, but I knew I'd find out soon enough.
Soon enough? Yeah, well that turned out to be real soon, brother. Too soon...
please choose size

eugene francis pembroke

 photography from around the world