22 September 2015
.. and sleep was bad, stare at the dark cieling at four, and listen to all the bells until the alarm clock sounds at five, get up. Shower, wash the teeth with an electric brush, dress for the day. Check the contents of the bag and leave the house.
A tinkling from a distant church bell sounds, some seconds ahead of the deep tolling of martin's bells.
Pause to look at the side entrance to martins church, intricate stone work depicting saints and scholars.
On the theater street a man speeding his car through the town gate into town. A big Mercedes cross country vehicle.
'A young woman runs across the space between the town gate and the bus stop, her knees flashing whiteley through the rips in her black tight trousers. She sees the notice announcing the arrival of the busin five minutes, sits down and starts consulting her mobile 'phone.
The digitally controlled notices at the bus stops are a pleasant invention, quick and easy to read.
The bus arrives, and in the light inside the knees are now a tanned to brown white. Could one run flashing brown knees?
Good morning to the smoker, 'pigtailed, in front of the station. Alice of the White Spectacles is serving her coffee, she still has the habit of saying "Alles?" after each order. NOMEN EST OMEN
Anastasia walks into the counter area shouldering a basket of breakfast rolls which she deposits in their receptable on the counter. She casts a lepidopteran glance over the cafe, well, her eyelashes, black, fake, sooty, are like an autumnal butterfly's, tatterfly's wings.
Leaving the cafe a man approaches the waiting room doors from the just-arrived train or platform .H e is broad-shouldered and expects all to stand back out of his way. Wildo steps through the open door, paper cup of coffee to the fore. Man's eyes focus, widen, and
he steps aside.
age before beauty.
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