not to smear blood

A rough towel after the shower, tore the nose it did, the delicate skin there bleeding. No stopping it easily, so search for a sticking plaster. Before putting clothes on, so as not to smear blood everywhere. A bloody nuisance, a problem unwanted. The plasters are in the kitchen, in a bottom cupboard. So-nose-so-plastered, not spreading blood any more. Put the clothes on, pickup then
the 'phone, let out the cat. Then down the stairs and hurry through the town.
Bus stop, all the people - bog cotton, the teacher type and dolores. Say good morning to dolores, she retune a dolorous nod. And the bus is there, cyclists rush past on the pavenent -wotchit- , pay the fare. The two policemen are there, sitting on either side of the aisle in the centre of the bus, these bulky shoulders narrowing the passage , their bulk wereased by their bulletproof jackets.
and there, the woman
-. sit at the back of the bas, 0h-there is a figure huddled in the corner, fast asleep.

Train station, formals oafte, no Yorma`s Caffe´ an unpleasant young woman person behind the counter, shouting at the customers, noisy vulgar. Oh well, the coffee is the same as always, sit and write, watch the small Train from Rosenheim come in. Through  the cafes windows, watch, there are the ticket machines outside on the platform.



The train leaves Landshut on time, a male voice announces the next destination and welcomes all the now travelling guests, german, FAHRGÄSTE".
OK
and it is dark outside, the sky on the horizon is dark blue. The trees passing by outside are nothing but black silhouettes.
OK.
A factory, a building coated in corrugated iron coated, galvanised. Wall lights and security fencing.
But the darkness outside says that the summer is ending, this is where the misery of winter starts.