Thursday, 9th March
The cat pushes the hand with it's head,andcauses the fingers to make a scratching movement on the furry back of her head.
She likes that, going by the steady purr.
Continue to stroke the cat's head, she presses the....
The cat pushes
boney skull against the hand and purrs loudly. Shower has been taken, the clothes have been put together, the day may start. There is steady slight rain in the street outside, a manapproach up the church alley, a white hood of a hoodie pulled over his head.. The little shop selling second hand clothes is lit up, attractive, with handbags in the window, and a tailors dummy, showing off a particularly nice piece of clothing. Further on there are people moving down a main street, shadowy bulky man pullinga wheeled suitcase, dragging footstep. And another, following some fifty metres behind, even bigger, with a belly protruding to both sides. But: without a suitcase.
Dolores is at the bus stop, her sad serious mouth mumblers a' good morning' greeting. She is securely wrapped in her winter coat, making a huddled picture.
The bus arrives, let the people on board first, Teacheman lingering, because he wants to be last (maybe?). Pay the bus driver, put away the change and drop the Ticket into the coat pocket.
At the station
railway the pigtailed smoker has taken to standing under the awning, he has forgotten his umbrella. He is standing in front of a signpost wall sign, advertisement, done in the style of a comic book., a flash with an exclamation in it. The flash star shaped, yellow and red, right behind his head. guten Morgen.
The indian girl serves the coffee in the cafe, smiles and friendly today. A touch different from the usual. Take the coffee to the table where the lids and the syrup and the sugar are kept and put a lid on the yellow mug with the blue type on it. Join the african man with the wild hairdo at his table, the usual table, he was there first, passing Mr Hedgehog on the way - "Goo Meng, Guten Morgen" Start writing these notes, black ink in a black book.. The man sharing the table stands there, eyes downcast. He is a quiet man, he has been here at this time for three days now. A quiet man in a dark coat.
boney skull against the hand and purrs loudly. Shower has been taken, the clothes have been put together, the day may start. There is steady slight rain in the street outside, a manapproach up the church alley, a white hood of a hoodie pulled over his head.. The little shop selling second hand clothes is lit up, attractive, with handbags in the window, and a tailors dummy, showing off a particularly nice piece of clothing. Further on there are people moving down a main street, shadowy bulky man pullinga wheeled suitcase, dragging footstep. And another, following some fifty metres behind, even bigger, with a belly protruding to both sides. But: without a suitcase.
Dolores is at the bus stop, her sad serious mouth mumblers a' good morning' greeting. She is securely wrapped in her winter coat, making a huddled picture.
The bus arrives, let the people on board first, Teacheman lingering, because he wants to be last (maybe?). Pay the bus driver, put away the change and drop the Ticket into the coat pocket.
At the station
railway the pigtailed smoker has taken to standing under the awning, he has forgotten his umbrella. He is standing in front of a signpost wall sign, advertisement, done in the style of a comic book., a flash with an exclamation in it. The flash star shaped, yellow and red, right behind his head. guten Morgen.
The indian girl serves the coffee in the cafe, smiles and friendly today. A touch different from the usual. Take the coffee to the table where the lids and the syrup and the sugar are kept and put a lid on the yellow mug with the blue type on it. Join the african man with the wild hairdo at his table, the usual table, he was there first, passing Mr Hedgehog on the way - "Goo Meng, Guten Morgen" Start writing these notes, black ink in a black book.. The man sharing the table stands there, eyes downcast. He is a quiet man, he has been here at this time for three days now. A quiet man in a dark coat.
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