lst July 2015
Early cat plays and purrs. It is well before five in the morning, still dark outside. The cat playful, bites fingers, claws hand. It is still small, this does not hurt.
sit up, take the alarm clock in the hand.
Wait,
at five it will beep.
It does, but once only. All the bells in the town, Saint Martin's, the Ursulites, ring. The sound comes in through the open window, along with the light of the commenced dawn:
The cold water turns hot, shampoos and soaps. Do not bother with shaving, but brush the teeth. And return to the bedroom. The kitten is playing at being the hunting cat, hiding in ambush and jumping at passing feet.
It is another blue shirt day.
Wait for the time to pass, and at half past, leave the house. The neighbour, the one that is building, is putting notices in everybody's letterboxes, in all of the houses in the street.
The windows should remain closed writes he, on account of the dust that will ensue when the plaster is removed from the facade of his house.
Chat for a while, and proceed through the town. Alone at the bus stop, watch all those name vehicles pass, all on their way to some appointment or other The walrus driver again today, he almost has the ticket ready before the money is paid.
at the destination, cross the road, greet the pig tailed smoker.
The door to the station is broken yet again, they will never fix it.
Anastasia grins, takes money, makes coffee. Big Blondy hands it out, unsmilingly. And there is Hedgehog, chatting to the brown-haired woman, that is the beginning of the day.
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