9 June 2076
Melody is too loud, fumble the telephone buttons flat until it Stops.
get up, bathroom, shower. All is well, the cat comes and butts its head against the hand reaching down to pat the feline poll.
All is not well today, collect the keys, the glasses and the wallet from the tiny mirror cabinet, a souvenir of France...
Pass on down the empty alley, pass the church. A solitary person is approaching from the distant square where they put up the Christmas Trees and the people walk their dogs.. She is wearing a red shirt and black shorts.
At the town gate there are many pigeons and small groups of ducks. Dolores is walking through the flock, they ignore her, remain on the ground picking the leavings from between the cobble stones.
There are brazen stones among the cobble stones reminding of those arrested, incarcerated, deported and killed seventy five years ago, for no reason other than that their religion was discriminated, "and it was felt that they did not belong. The stones have their names inscribed.
Dolores-good morning-. A happy, almost youthful smile as the greeting is returned.
The bus is delayed today, because a manoevering truck has blocked the road. Watch as it reverses, a man in orange starts to direct it.
Morning confusion.
The pigtailed smoker at the station. gives greetings,
and the tattooed women at Yorma's cafe is slow. Somehow incompetent.
But no accidental' chocolate em po' on top of the coffee today.
Hedgehog is talking to a man with his hair in a style from the seventies of the last century, and the bald- shaven man who works at former's start's to make jokes about something. Good humour at six in the morning.
and now, back to the train.
Driving through the livid green landscape which is vanishing into the fog, wondering what the day is going to produce.
It is grey and uncertain, the immediate future
- Among all the shades of green outside the window there is the crass single red spot of a poppy that has escaped Monsanto's pogrom.
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