Di 4 Nov 2014
Deep sleep sudden, wakening, alarm beep.
Lights on, sound off, bathroom... was he.
Find the things needed for work, all of them
at the head of the stairs hear the two martins bells.
Walk, Goldie's shop, leather shop, church and grimms shop. It's all there, as everyday, same stores, same streets.
First at the bus stop, six minutes to go. Crutchman and Dolores, crutchman with a prosthetic klick at every step, maybe one legged, now four.
Shop girls passing on their way to town as the bus comes in, friendly smiling driver takes the money and drives
The pigtailed smoker and the aged teenager, standing on the yellow line, both borderline smokers.
Magen.
Anastasia, efficient and capable as ever.
Coffee hedgehog, moustachio! Long haired, stool dragging high heeled handbag girl, all there under the silent television. That is it, all, everything everyday morning.
Six am, on the way, hold swing doors for- strangers, strangers hold them too.
"Massive head of hair walks ahead, preening like a cock, patting her hair and dragging collars,
Walks like a modest model.
Of the small, wide-hipped variety.
Not a model really.
"Yesterdays people are on the train too. Such is life
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