19 May 2019
carefully turn over and press that button for silence. Lights on, disconnect the tubes, rest four minutes.
get up, bathroom, shower and brush the teeth. The mask has left marks, on the bridge of the nose and the right hand side of the face.
A 'last minute panic searching for the glasses.
The alleys and the streets are empty but for a truck that is backing into a parking lot, a truck delivering fresh goods for a cafe.
The main thoroughfare consists of cafes, bars and clothing stores. There are hardly any other shrops there any more. Apart from pharmacies, druggists and jewellers.
Dolores is at the bus stop. Gate Mogen.
The birds are louder today,. dawn is just breaking as the bus arrives...
Pigtailed smoker and the crimson copper haired woman in a white coat, both talking, standing on the line around the yellow square.
Anastasia presumes a coup of coffee, and gets her money. Her eyebrows have been trimmed to
non-existence, a mere shadow.
Fashion, supposedly.
Hedgehog and moustache and a few others. The black haired girl appears to have left the group.
It does go on, thing that changes,doesn't it?
- At six, on the-dot according the railway dock, down the stairs to the platform. The train comes in, find a seat. There are more people travelling today and, Therefore, fewer seats.
But by the time the first stop is reached, this has been written.
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