The alley is dry and empty, only the barriers around the holes left in the road by the workmen
are blocking the street by halves.
Grimms shop has a bicycle in front of it, somebody has left theirs there overnight. sometimes. Some people have their bicycles on stands in the city all the time, untill they collapse with rust, without air in the tyres .
Dolores is collected by a small white car today. From the arch of the town gate. see as it pulls up at edge of the road, she stumbles over the cobbles. she is getting older. say good morning to the bog cotton man, waiting at the bus stop, smoking his cigarette.
The bus arrives very shortly afterwards.
That small train from Ulm has been delayed today, so the train waits in the station. Write these notes in the carriage with the company at the papereup of coffee just bought in the station cafe. In the cafe, service is done by two young woman, their comments in a baltic sound; language broken by giggles. They are in good spirits.
But that is over now, the train moves out of the station into the bleak dark of the countryside.
The first working day of this short week has begun.
Grimms shop has a bicycle in front of it, somebody has left theirs there overnight. sometimes. Some people have their bicycles on stands in the city all the time, untill they collapse with rust, without air in the tyres .
Dolores is collected by a small white car today. From the arch of the town gate. see as it pulls up at edge of the road, she stumbles over the cobbles. she is getting older. say good morning to the bog cotton man, waiting at the bus stop, smoking his cigarette.
The bus arrives very shortly afterwards.
That small train from Ulm has been delayed today, so the train waits in the station. Write these notes in the carriage with the company at the papereup of coffee just bought in the station cafe. In the cafe, service is done by two young woman, their comments in a baltic sound; language broken by giggles. They are in good spirits.
But that is over now, the train moves out of the station into the bleak dark of the countryside.
The first working day of this short week has begun.
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