The cat jumps up onto the window sill, and looks out, made curious by a booming noise from the alley.
Get up and look, there is a man with a brush wheeling a two wheeled barrow down the street. He is an early morning street cleaner, dressed in his high visibility orange overalls. Out so early on a Sunday morning! May be there is to be a religious procession later.
Up at this hour on a Sunday because sleep will not come, sleep has gone away.
So get up and go to the computer, write this account at the table of the big room, at the window. The cat keeps it's human company, brushes against legs, and
Then jumps onto the windowsill, made curious by the booming noise from the alley.
Later there is the sound of late night home goers, walking up the street. The sound of noisy heels on the pavement.
The flat is dark and silent. The son has gone to visit a friend, to spend the night there. And the wife is sleeping, it being five thirty four in the morning.
Listen to the clocks tick and give the occasional clacking noise from that redundant master clock mechanism that they still have. French electric clocks, bought out of curiosity and made to work again.
It is so early in the morning, it is tao tiring.
In twenty four hours time, there will be the bus stop, Dolores, and the man feeding the ducks.
Maybe.
Get up and look, there is a man with a brush wheeling a two wheeled barrow down the street. He is an early morning street cleaner, dressed in his high visibility orange overalls. Out so early on a Sunday morning! May be there is to be a religious procession later.
Up at this hour on a Sunday because sleep will not come, sleep has gone away.
So get up and go to the computer, write this account at the table of the big room, at the window. The cat keeps it's human company, brushes against legs, and
Then jumps onto the windowsill, made curious by the booming noise from the alley.
Later there is the sound of late night home goers, walking up the street. The sound of noisy heels on the pavement.
The flat is dark and silent. The son has gone to visit a friend, to spend the night there. And the wife is sleeping, it being five thirty four in the morning.
Listen to the clocks tick and give the occasional clacking noise from that redundant master clock mechanism that they still have. French electric clocks, bought out of curiosity and made to work again.
It is so early in the morning, it is tao tiring.
In twenty four hours time, there will be the bus stop, Dolores, and the man feeding the ducks.
Maybe.
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