no time

at one in the morning, awaken

at three in the morning, awaken




look at the telephone on it's lead beside the bed.

Loading.

It is three.




Ding.




Mail.




mal




bad.







Five.

"i do like to be beside the seaside"




turn it off.




Sleep. Wake. Showeer.




The same colour clothes as yesterday.

The streets are deserted today.




And dry.




The discount bakery has a tray of freshly made breakfast rolls in the window.




MMm

no time.




Dolores is at the bus stop, in the bus shelter.

Beside the rain-swollen river rushing raucously over the weir.







Teacherman comes, carefully dressed, dead on time.




All board the bus.