24 August 2017
listen to the bells in the distance, two for the half hour, three bells for a quarter to the tour, and four belss for the hour. silence, the bedside dark, the clock only alarms. once.
get up, be fast, sleep would be welcome now. Turn on the shower, wait for the water
to warm, wash. Back to the bedroom, take
fresh underwear from the wardrobe, and a fresh shirt today.
The cat hurries past today, one very perfunctory glance. The cat is on cat business, whatever that may be. Take the second blue and white pill, as the doctor ordered. A capsule, containing who knows what, something to stop an infection, a stomach infection.
Put the mobile 'phone into the pocket . go down stairs. The alley is bare, goldie stop apposite is closed, the portuguese restaurant is closed, it is holiday time. At the main street, there is the man in the brown jacket, heading on down towards the town hall, a small identity name tag hanging from his trouser pocket. Just like the people who work in the atomic reactor, there are two of those structures the vicinity. on the left, in theater street, there is a pork butcher. He has a shop sign of a happy looking pig holding a fork in iit's trotter upon which a sausage is impaled A cannibal pig, this is curious.
And on the left, further down the turkish fast food store, Döner Kebab foodstuff...
still further on, that new bakery outlet, silent and dark. The person in charge there is late.
From the bus stop watch the bakers truck arrive, reverse in towards the bakery. And wait.
The bus arrives punctually, and one short ride later, the railway station. The smoker is there, but he barely says" good morning". He is in a bad humour, or telse he is tired.
Enter the station in that crepescular blue dawn light, creepy. The service people in the glaring bright cafe are friendly in a businesslike way, taking money, purveying food, cigarettes and drink, checking discount cards. Today the last stamp on the card, it is full There will be free coffee tomorrow.
at the platform, ten minutes later, dawn is now breaking. The train arrives. The tall young woman ahead, in the white trousers and the denim jacket gets on ahead.
The denim jacket has 'good Morning sunshine" embroidered all over it's back. Bright and cheerful in the creepy misery of the early morning.
listen to the bells in the distance, two for the half hour, three bells for a quarter to the tour, and four belss for the hour. silence, the bedside dark, the clock only alarms. once.
get up, be fast, sleep would be welcome now. Turn on the shower, wait for the water
to warm, wash. Back to the bedroom, take
fresh underwear from the wardrobe, and a fresh shirt today.
The cat hurries past today, one very perfunctory glance. The cat is on cat business, whatever that may be. Take the second blue and white pill, as the doctor ordered. A capsule, containing who knows what, something to stop an infection, a stomach infection.
Put the mobile 'phone into the pocket . go down stairs. The alley is bare, goldie stop apposite is closed, the portuguese restaurant is closed, it is holiday time. At the main street, there is the man in the brown jacket, heading on down towards the town hall, a small identity name tag hanging from his trouser pocket. Just like the people who work in the atomic reactor, there are two of those structures the vicinity. on the left, in theater street, there is a pork butcher. He has a shop sign of a happy looking pig holding a fork in iit's trotter upon which a sausage is impaled A cannibal pig, this is curious.
And on the left, further down the turkish fast food store, Döner Kebab foodstuff...
still further on, that new bakery outlet, silent and dark. The person in charge there is late.
From the bus stop watch the bakers truck arrive, reverse in towards the bakery. And wait.
The bus arrives punctually, and one short ride later, the railway station. The smoker is there, but he barely says" good morning". He is in a bad humour, or telse he is tired.
Enter the station in that crepescular blue dawn light, creepy. The service people in the glaring bright cafe are friendly in a businesslike way, taking money, purveying food, cigarettes and drink, checking discount cards. Today the last stamp on the card, it is full There will be free coffee tomorrow.
at the platform, ten minutes later, dawn is now breaking. The train arrives. The tall young woman ahead, in the white trousers and the denim jacket gets on ahead.
The denim jacket has 'good Morning sunshine" embroidered all over it's back. Bright and cheerful in the creepy misery of the early morning.
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