October 5,2015
soundly slept last night, and awaken. Turn the clock off by knocking it over, thereby causing the batteries to fall out onto the floor. It is now silent. Thoroughly.
get up, undress, bathroom, wash and brush, in a hurry now. Back to the bedroom and the young cat comes in,the chump jumps on the table. and starts to sniff the desk lamp. This is warm, and the eat likes that.
Find the jacket, it is on the wrong hook in a different room. Feed the cat, put on the waxen weather jacket and leave the house.
The street is bare and dark, cold as well.All the flyers that the gallery owner had placed on his window ledge yesterday are still there, gathering damp.
A lone security man in his ear, parked in the main street, waiting.
Dolores is at the bus stop, say good morning. She has her winter coat on, still has her leopard skin bag. And the two women pass, earnest conversation, maybe about the preparation of kebaps.
The bus driver cannot get his charge sorted, suddenly his ticket machine spouts change like a slot machine. Laughs all round.
The station's doors are being repaired again, let there be hope that this repair will last longer.
Big Blondie in the cafe, lsow , elle so slow and alone, serves coffee. She is in a bad humour, at least she appears to be. Perhaps she is not an early riser, Hedgehog and Moustacheio are happily conversing, the cafe is full today. and at six, out to the platform, cold and grey. Through the grubby underpass, and take the right hand stairs today, the ones beside the lift. It is dark up here, just the station sodium lamps illuminating the grey faces. Grey because of the light, and not because of their
actual skin colouring.
and then: The eyes of a young woman hold and focus. gazes meet, almost familiar. Hold the glances, and then let the eyes fall. Break that contact, that cannot be. It is curiosity, no more.
More would be nice. More is neither reasonable nor expected.
At least forty years age difference. If that is not major, than nothing is. Still, she is really good looking, and that is pleasure enough for the day.
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