20 th of December, 2017
That wristwatch will need a new battery. The time that it shows is wrong.
Standing in the ice cold hallway, putting cream onto the nose to prevent it going red, swallow yellow tablets against over-acidic stomach walls. Look at the watch, it cannot be right. Take out the Ipad, look at the time. It is five twenty seven. The watch is telling the time wrong.
Wait at the bus stop, it is cold, there is a thin coating of white snow on the ground. A small garden tractor with an orange light on the roof of its cabin is spreading salt on the pavement. It has a large cone-shaped hopper fixed before the rear wheels, enough salt to cover a very large area. The little tractor makes an unpleasant whining noise, probably from the power transmission from the engine to the wheels and the salt spreader.
An ambulance passes, blue lights flashing, driving gently despite it's hurry. It could be on its way to the nearby hospital, some early-morning calamity in progress.
Dolores and the Bog cotton man board the bus, and then pay the driver. and there, later, at the station, there is the marmalade cat behind the glass sliding doors. She is the station cat, quite calm among all the people hurrying past. She has a small collar, a narrow band, around her neck. She is just relaxing in the big railway station hallway, looking at no-one in particular.
After getting a large coffee at the cafe counter, wish the hedgehog man good morning, sit down and start to write notes.
The cold and the cough are worse again the damp unpleasant weather is taking its toll.
There are three police at the bottom of the stairs leading to the platform. Two men and a woman, all in blue uniform The woman is petite, neat, the men neither petit, nor neat. But they are watching and waiting, maintaining a police presence in these troubled times..
On the platform admire a blue sign with the word ''LANDSHUT' written upon it in white letters. The sign is illuminated from inside, it is made of translucent glass. The blue background barely allows light through, it is just a dim-glowing blue. The designer of these signs signs may be proud of having achieved such functional simplicity.
The train is in, board it now. There is a young woman with a large suitcase sitting on one side of the carriage. Her suitcase is under the table. She looks up, calm. Long hair, a white book. New clothes, boots with exaggerated heels on Them. See the title of The book."STERBEN" Dying. one word in black letters on a white background.
That wristwatch will need a new battery. The time that it shows is wrong.
Standing in the ice cold hallway, putting cream onto the nose to prevent it going red, swallow yellow tablets against over-acidic stomach walls. Look at the watch, it cannot be right. Take out the Ipad, look at the time. It is five twenty seven. The watch is telling the time wrong.
Wait at the bus stop, it is cold, there is a thin coating of white snow on the ground. A small garden tractor with an orange light on the roof of its cabin is spreading salt on the pavement. It has a large cone-shaped hopper fixed before the rear wheels, enough salt to cover a very large area. The little tractor makes an unpleasant whining noise, probably from the power transmission from the engine to the wheels and the salt spreader.
An ambulance passes, blue lights flashing, driving gently despite it's hurry. It could be on its way to the nearby hospital, some early-morning calamity in progress.
Dolores and the Bog cotton man board the bus, and then pay the driver. and there, later, at the station, there is the marmalade cat behind the glass sliding doors. She is the station cat, quite calm among all the people hurrying past. She has a small collar, a narrow band, around her neck. She is just relaxing in the big railway station hallway, looking at no-one in particular.
After getting a large coffee at the cafe counter, wish the hedgehog man good morning, sit down and start to write notes.
The cold and the cough are worse again the damp unpleasant weather is taking its toll.
There are three police at the bottom of the stairs leading to the platform. Two men and a woman, all in blue uniform The woman is petite, neat, the men neither petit, nor neat. But they are watching and waiting, maintaining a police presence in these troubled times..
On the platform admire a blue sign with the word ''LANDSHUT' written upon it in white letters. The sign is illuminated from inside, it is made of translucent glass. The blue background barely allows light through, it is just a dim-glowing blue. The designer of these signs signs may be proud of having achieved such functional simplicity.
The train is in, board it now. There is a young woman with a large suitcase sitting on one side of the carriage. Her suitcase is under the table. She looks up, calm. Long hair, a white book. New clothes, boots with exaggerated heels on Them. See the title of The book."STERBEN" Dying. one word in black letters on a white background.
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