A Half-Heard Fragment from Chin Swee Road
An evening walk, falling silence, and no facts I can claim.
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Fragments from Maxwell Food Centre
A stall auntie's tale in pieces between ladles.
One Overheard Line Before Bed
One sentence copied each evening — nothing more.
The Middle of Someone Else's Story
A bus-stop exchange like page forty of an unread book.
Snatches from the Duxton Lanes
Talk drifting down from open windows above the murals.
The Line That Drifted from the Next Table
Teh tarik and a half-caught conversation.