FN B otctaher, 2017<br />
The weather outside is warmer today, leave the jacket hanging on the hook that is its place in the hallway. cream on the nose, the yellow pill for the stomach. The shower is utterly taken, the teeth are brushe.
Pick up the brown canvas bag, it has a small camera inside, also the tickets and the passport. A carryall, leather straps and brass buckles.
The alley is empty, but for the illuminted fences around the workmen's holes in the road.. Pipes for the central heating are still being laid, the central heating for the whole town. a few extra connections need to be made , a few more houses connected to the system. The alley is closed for motor traffic for six weeks.
at the junction in theater street, just at the town gate, a taxi approaches. It waits, for the pedestrian to pass. A fraction of a second's uncertainty, then go on, to the bus stop. Good Morning', Dolores is there, doleful reclusive.
The man in the camouflage trousers is on board the bus again today, talking to a friend in Senegalese. He has short curly black hair, so does his friend.
At the railway station, some of the bicycles have fallen over, knocking others over, just like dominos. The station forecourt a tangle of bicycles.
On the other side of this mess, say 'good morning' to the man with the night and the cigarette. Then, up the stain to the dimly-lit railway hallway, a few women in evening dress there, wonder why. Why the fancy attire?
get coffee in the cafe, the discount card is full, the coffee is free.
That is really great. sit down, write, the man called Hedgehog leaves the cafe. at six, off to platform six on the last working day of this week.
The weather outside is warmer today, leave the jacket hanging on the hook that is its place in the hallway. cream on the nose, the yellow pill for the stomach. The shower is utterly taken, the teeth are brushe.
Pick up the brown canvas bag, it has a small camera inside, also the tickets and the passport. A carryall, leather straps and brass buckles.
The alley is empty, but for the illuminted fences around the workmen's holes in the road.. Pipes for the central heating are still being laid, the central heating for the whole town. a few extra connections need to be made , a few more houses connected to the system. The alley is closed for motor traffic for six weeks.
at the junction in theater street, just at the town gate, a taxi approaches. It waits, for the pedestrian to pass. A fraction of a second's uncertainty, then go on, to the bus stop. Good Morning', Dolores is there, doleful reclusive.
The man in the camouflage trousers is on board the bus again today, talking to a friend in Senegalese. He has short curly black hair, so does his friend.
At the railway station, some of the bicycles have fallen over, knocking others over, just like dominos. The station forecourt a tangle of bicycles.
On the other side of this mess, say 'good morning' to the man with the night and the cigarette. Then, up the stain to the dimly-lit railway hallway, a few women in evening dress there, wonder why. Why the fancy attire?
get coffee in the cafe, the discount card is full, the coffee is free.
That is really great. sit down, write, the man called Hedgehog leaves the cafe. at six, off to platform six on the last working day of this week.
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