perfume in the room

Across the water, there is the hotel, with all the lights. The reflections in the water, shivering and sparkling as the current ripples the water. And all ease is black. In the other direction, speeding cars in a hurry, rushing along the orange-lit roads, headlights ablaze; white, halogen gas lamps, or xenon flares. All lights, all different colours. 9th October, oh
One yellow pill, for the stomach. And the vaseline cream on the nose, it smells of motor oil, just a little bit. Pack the bay, take care to include the cable ties bought on Friday. There is a banner to hang up today, and cable ties will serve.

There are piles of refuse sacks at the bottom of the stairs, the contents of these will have to be got rid of-soon.
The cobbles on the street are wet, they have a greasy shimmer. It has rained, and it is due to rain again.. The bus stop, still deserted, then the bog cotton man arrives, then Dolores. The Teacher like man arrives at the last minute, pay the driver, sit at the back of the bus.

At the
railway station, there is smoker with the pigtail in the yellow markings, say good morning in german, and hurry in to get a cup of coffee before there is a crowd at the counter . Order the large coffee, it is the young, woman with the buy glasses of service today, and move on to the table in the waiting room. There is a strong smell of perfume in the room. It must have been from the woman with the young man who were at the table just earlier.
Drink coffee, start the notes, wait Wait 'till it is six in the morning and Time to leave for the platform.