5.11.14
sleep broken five hours ago, no knowing why. Airlessness? 'sleep broken again at five, electonically. Think awake, get up and shower, wash teeth, brush hair. all done, clothes on... Five thirty set the electric winding school clock, hands stuck., Tighten down, works again. Tick Tarik, electromechanical dock.
Down the stairs, down the 'cobbled lane, along the street, across the market place and through the gate. Dolores is there, in the bus shelter.Nods good morning. Man with a crew cat head and a suitcase, a tie-wearer, is there too....
All board The bus, driver is listening to utterly ghastly German country bavarian dialected music. His business, his lookout. A pleasant man, there is no accounting for tastes.
The pig tailed smoker is not in place today, his aged teenager friend has to smoke her cigarettes alone. Red tights, coated - colourful coat, short blond hair. Coffee crew, serve their brew. The door to the cafe is locked yet, need to walk around past the serving area to get in there. Mustachio!, and Hedgehog, sitting There. Wildo puts a stool over, the longhaired girl with the high heeled boots will need it... Nods. Moustahio! comes ever, unlocks the door, it is only bolted. Nods. Hedgehog nods.
Blog, black-haired handbag girl comes, dick cluck, heels on the tiled floor of the cafe, sits down. She is weaning a moss green hunters type waist coat over her usual black clothing today. Expects cold weather.
at six, repair to the waiting train on the platform, young iranians opposite, or maybe morrocans. 'Nod, friendly.
girl across the .-aisle with brightly coloured patchwork basket-ball style boots, a light top through which a tatoo on the left shoulder is visible, green-trousers, reads her notes eating an apple
all the while.
Nods her head in time to the inaudible sounds in her headphones.
Modbury now, please leave the carriage on the right hand side when facing in The direction of the vehicles motion... People board, the train-
will move an
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