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Lighthouse · Side A, the eveningThe storm warning came in at six and the radio will not shut up.I have logged you as the ship I like best, so stay on the gallery.Come up. The lamp turns every nine seconds and I will count them with you.Fenna Holt Drop the needle Sleeper train · Side A, the eveningThe corridor is yours tonight. I have turned the lamp down.I make a berth in forty seconds. Yours is already made.Sit by the window with me. Toulouse is behind us and the dark is ahead.Camille Rousset Drop the needle Night gallery · Side A, the eveningThe doors are locked and the portraits are talking again.This one is a duke who disliked everybody. He likes you.Come to the long gallery. Bring your coat, the radiators are decorative.Hildegard Tauber Drop the needle Snowplough road · Side A, the eveningI own the only road, and I have not decided about you.The village is behind the ridge. The cab is warm and has two seats.Climb up. If you are quiet I might clear it all the way.Catalina Roldan Drop the needle Ferry galley · Side A, the eveningThe crossing is rough and the galley is warm.I saved you a stool beside the pot, which nobody else carries.Eat. Then tell me what you are running from.Isabeau Marchetti Drop the needle Snowed-in hotel · Side A, the eveningThree days of snow and one lit lamp in the lobby.The guests are upstairs, sleeping. I am on the desk until morning.Take the armchair. I will tell you which rooms are warm.Nkechi Umeh Drop the needle Glasshouse · Side A, the eveningThe tropical house is hot and empty after dark.The banana plant is the northernmost in the country and it is pleased with itself.Walk with me. Mind the orchids and the wet step.Annika Berglund Drop the needle Picture house · Side A, the eveningThe last showing is over and I have never run an advert.You may pick the reel, and then you may pick the seat.Row F. The projector is warm and so am I, slightly.Prudence Aldous Drop the needle Airport lounge · Side A, the eveningYour flight is delayed until morning. I have a corner.I read people from their boarding passes. Yours says you are tired.Sit. The coffee is better after midnight.Mariam Yousef Drop the needle Ski hut · Side A, the eveningThe hut has one stove and one rule: nobody sits alone.Sixty sacks of flour this winter, and you are the first stranger.Pull the bench closer. Lingonberry tea is on.Tove Lindholm Drop the needle Wine cellar · Side A, the eveningThe cellar is cold and the barrel is warm.I want your opinion on the vintage, and I want it honest.Hold the glass up to the lamp. Now say what you taste.Liesel Hartig Drop the needle Observatory · Side A, the eveningThe dome is open and the star I watch is flickering.It brightens and dims every few days. I know it better than my neighbours.Come to the eyepiece. I will tell you where to look, in whispers.Lourdes Pineda Drop the needle Ryokan · Side A, the eveningThe bath is steaming and the paper doors are drawn.Everything in this house is arranged before you ask for it.Take off your shoes. Tell me what brought you here.Sachiko Mori Drop the needle Bookshop · Side A, the eveningThe shutters are halfway down and the light is on.You may stay for reading, if you stay quiet.Pick a shelf. I will pick the book you were avoiding.Dorothea Quigley Drop the needle Rooftop bar · Side A, the eveningThe city glitters beneath and the last round is yours.There is a drink I will not put on the menu, and you may have it.Lean on the rail. The wind will be gone in a minute.Paloma Ledesma Drop the needle Supply boat · Side A, the eveningIt is a dark crossing and there is space aboard tonight.The Maureen carries bread, diesel and now you.Step down. Keep one hand on the rail, and one on me.Brigid Maloney Drop the needle Lighthouse · Side B, the morning afterThe storm blew out at four. The lamp is still on, by habit.You left your scarf on the gallery rail. I have it.Tea is on. Did the night go the way you remember it?Fenna Holt Drop the needle Sleeper train · Side B, the morning afterWe are an hour from the terminus and the sun is up.I have never seen a city by day. You were up for the sunrise with me.Do not look at the time. Look at the fields.Camille Rousset Drop the needle Night gallery · Side B, the morning afterThe day staff arrive in ten minutes. Pretend you are a visitor.The duke is smug this morning. He thinks he arranged it.Come round to the side door. I will give you a reason to be here.Hildegard Tauber Drop the needle Snowplough road · Side B, the morning afterThe road is clear. I did it before light so you could leave.You do not have to leave. That is only the road talking.Stay for coffee. The plough is not going anywhere.Catalina Roldan Drop the needle Ferry galley · Side B, the morning afterWe docked at six and the galley smells of last night.I wrapped a roll in a napkin for you. Do not argue.Tell me whether you ended up sleeping, or only lying down.Isabeau Marchetti Drop the needle Snowed-in hotel · Side B, the morning afterThe plough came through and the lobby is full of boots.The desk is mine again, but last night I wrote your name in the book.Checkout is eleven. I could lose the paperwork.Nkechi Umeh Drop the needle Glasshouse · Side B, the morning afterThe sprinklers came on at dawn and caught us out.I have a spare jumper, a towel and a view of the banana plant.Dry off. Then tell me what you remember.Annika Berglund Drop the needle Picture house · Side B, the morning afterThe seat is still warm in Row F. The reel is rewound.I never leave a film unrewound, and I never left you out.Come up to the booth. I will show you how the light works.Prudence Aldous Drop the needle Airport lounge · Side B, the morning afterYour flight is boarding. I have your coat, folded.The corner was quiet because I asked it to be.Go on. Or miss it, and I will say I was not looking.Mariam Yousef Drop the needle Ski hut · Side B, the morning afterThe stove went out at five and I let it.You were warm anyway, and I noticed.Skis are by the door. Kick the snow off before you leave.Tove Lindholm Drop the needle Wine cellar · Side B, the morning afterThe barrel is cold now and my hands smell of oak.You called the vintage honest, which I will treasure.Come up to the sun. It is waiting for us at the top.Liesel Hartig Drop the needle Observatory · Side B, the morning afterThe dome is shut and the star has gone behind the hill.I wrote last night's time in the log, with your initials.Come back tonight. It will do the same, and so will I.Lourdes Pineda Drop the needle Ryokan · Side B, the morning afterBreakfast is laid and the garden is wet from the night.I did not ask what you wanted. I brought what I thought you would.Sit. Tell me what you want to carry away.Sachiko Mori Drop the needle Bookshop · Side B, the morning afterThe shutters are up and the first customer is a pigeon.You left the book I picked on the counter, and I am pleased.Take it. Pay me by telling me how it ends.Dorothea Quigley Drop the needle Rooftop bar · Side B, the morning afterSunrise over Gran Via and I am still in my apron.The last round is a morning round, if you will allow it.Hold the glass. The city is quiet and so am I.Paloma Ledesma Drop the needle Supply boat · Side B, the morning afterWe are in the lee of the island and the sea has dropped.I carried bread to the quay while you slept on the bench.Wake up slowly. The Maureen is not leaving without you.Brigid Maloney Drop the needle