11 August 2017
It is raining outside, and to be heard
through the open window. A steady patter of drops hitting the ground, the surrounding
roofs. A gurgling from drainage pipes,
a gurgling from drains.
Take a shower, a spray like the rain, but inside and warmer.
Pick up the clothes, and get ready for the day. There is a spot of blood on the nose, the skin was delicate there.
outside. wak through the streets, there are puddles every where, the water is flowing out of the top of a broken fall pipe on the church. It is blocked, not broken. Either way, it is not working properly.
Down the street to the river, pass the brightly lit bakery outlet.
Dolores is at the bus stop. she smiles, Good Morning Dolores.
Two ducks approach, maybe a duck and a drake. It is hard to tell. They both stand there, facing Dolores. They start to quack loudly. Qua-Qua. They want to be fed.
so Dolores gets up, and throws them something from her bag. Now there are more ducks about, all searching the cobbles and the verges for food cast there. As the bus approaches they draw back.
Dolores feeds ducks!
The bus driver gets his money, read the news on the 'phone. Trump is acting the idiot for no good reason. No visible reason at all,
On the station steps. wish the smoker his good morning. The man is always - cheerful. Always.
.
the young serving woman at the cafe smiles, prepares a coffee and takes the money as it is brewing. The cafe is empty Today, it is holiday season, or else- who knows? There is no reason to worry. Apart from the delicious pattering sound of the rain, it is a day, a friday, miserable and grey.
Take a shower, a spray like the rain, but inside and warmer.
Pick up the clothes, and get ready for the day. There is a spot of blood on the nose, the skin was delicate there.
outside. wak through the streets, there are puddles every where, the water is flowing out of the top of a broken fall pipe on the church. It is blocked, not broken. Either way, it is not working properly.
Down the street to the river, pass the brightly lit bakery outlet.
Dolores is at the bus stop. she smiles, Good Morning Dolores.
Two ducks approach, maybe a duck and a drake. It is hard to tell. They both stand there, facing Dolores. They start to quack loudly. Qua-Qua. They want to be fed.
so Dolores gets up, and throws them something from her bag. Now there are more ducks about, all searching the cobbles and the verges for food cast there. As the bus approaches they draw back.
Dolores feeds ducks!
The bus driver gets his money, read the news on the 'phone. Trump is acting the idiot for no good reason. No visible reason at all,
On the station steps. wish the smoker his good morning. The man is always - cheerful. Always.
.
the young serving woman at the cafe smiles, prepares a coffee and takes the money as it is brewing. The cafe is empty Today, it is holiday season, or else- who knows? There is no reason to worry. Apart from the delicious pattering sound of the rain, it is a day, a friday, miserable and grey.
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