a quarter past five in the morning, leave the house for the dark street, There is a long haired young woman walking ahead, walking on up the shadowy alley. Follow, it is the same route. She crosses the main street ahead, and passes by the police station, turns off left towards the schools and the small park where the christmas market will be held.
There is the blue car.
Get in, the young woman has wandered on into the distance. Out of sight.
Start the engine, turn on the headlights, back up a little, and then do a three point turn, to head up the street, past the park and the church behind it. Pass the school, the school the son goes to.
Follow the road, enter the tunnel under the castle, yellow fluorescent lighting, grimy walls, smell of oily exhaust fumes. A car tailgating, the driver behind wants more speed.
After the tunnel, the long, along the river road to the motorway, the roundabout.
Hear the tyres squeal.
The car today, to be in at work early.
There is the blue car.
Get in, the young woman has wandered on into the distance. Out of sight.
Start the engine, turn on the headlights, back up a little, and then do a three point turn, to head up the street, past the park and the church behind it. Pass the school, the school the son goes to.
Follow the road, enter the tunnel under the castle, yellow fluorescent lighting, grimy walls, smell of oily exhaust fumes. A car tailgating, the driver behind wants more speed.
After the tunnel, the long, along the river road to the motorway, the roundabout.
Hear the tyres squeal.
The car today, to be in at work early.
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