look at the digital dock, four forty nine. Look again, it shows four fifty nine. Bedside swedish LED-light on, tablet in, drink of old Basinus to wash it down and off to the bathroom. Shower, and make sure that the floor is dry afterwards. Back to bedroom, it is five seventeen No cat today, maybe it slept deeply. Find the clothing, 'trouble with a sock: A fresh sock; just washed, just fell apart. Lights out, wait in the hall-No bells heard today • Down the stairs, check the keys, 'no 'down the street. Abig yellow skip rests in the road, KOSLOW in big black letters .
The leather goods store is brightly lit. The church is ignored today.
all the bakers trucks in the main street are rolling into position to unload their frozen bread and rolls. Pass the skip in front of the empty discount taker. The wrapped-up smoking woman approaches, and passes. Not smoking today. Black runner runs into town in his disjointed, open-mouthed way.
good morning to the bus stop good morning lady Bus in.
good morning driver.
At the station the oldie girly and the man with the hair are handing on the perimeter of their squad Momus is understaffed. And slow. But the people at the tables are all the same as yesterday. Maybe they will be the name tomorrow.
The train is full, full of older people travelling. Slow, immersed in and unused to the system, confused as to where to put their baggage. I sit down- opposite a man, who looks at me in hatred. He was hoping to keep those seats free for his fed friends that are about to board in Moosburg
His girlfriends arrive, elderly, sniggering samples at 'turns humanity who here been using these seats for years, and probably think that they have a special night to them..
Commutated.. Commuters.
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