forgets to press the button

Monday, February 5, 2018 The cat rubs its back against bare legs, just back from the warm shower bath. Search the wardrobe for clothing, a fresh pair of trousers, slightly shrunk, a tight fit. They will stretch during the day.
The cat goes away again. sit in the hallway, gathering the items for the day, the glasses, the pen, and the bag. Then:
the cat returns, makes a purring noise, and then it goes away again.

Open the door to the street, it is cold and dark outside. Farther on, at the main street there are bicycles. A man speeding along on his bicycle, a bright lamp on his forehead, like a deep sea fish, back bent almost over the handlebars.
Then a quiet rush and a rattle, another one passes behind. And then, just at the town gate, the sound of booming rock music. The sound is approaching quickly, it is another cyclist, one who has equipped his machine with loudspeakers. He is shattering the silence of the town with his cyclist sounds.

The duck feeder is standing at the river, feeding the ducks. Dolores is in the bus shelter, and the bog cotton man is smoking his cigarette.

It is Monday, the beginning of the waking day, and the beginning of the working week.

This is the last year but three of this. The bus comes, arrives on time. The driver looks as if he has spent the night drinking, and forgets to press the button to open the bus's rear doors. So the people leaving have to squeeze out the front door, against the people coming in.

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