Tuesday, April it
Reach over to the small dumbwaiter beside the bed, to the tablet glowing there, to turn off-the noise.
Morning again, time to get up and go t0 work.
Bathroom, then brush the teeth, wash the face and the hands. A small scratch on the back of the hand opens up and starts to bleed. That was the cat, it had played there. Take a small sticking plaster from the cabinet on the wall in the hall.
Take the coat, the lighter one. Who knows what the weather will do.
One of the shops in the alley has found a new customer, another second hand store. The owner used to have a tiny shop on the other side of the street, she has only word. so, as a result, there is now a shop selling Portuguese produce, an art gallery and two second hand shops. No grocer, butcher or baker, nothing like that at all.
walk through the town, the town that is mostly asleep. At the town gate, a flurry of traffic, delivering, collecting. But all is quiet in the creepy light of this early morning.
The paved place before the station is bare of people today, the coffee bar is under-staffed. The black-haired woman serving is slow and relaxed, the other one looks as if she has just got out of bed. And after the money has been taken and the coffee is flowing from the machine into the mug, the last member of the' morning shift arrives. she looks as if she is still asleep face puffy, hair askew, nervous glances at the colleagues already at work. But then, as she goes into the staff area behind the counter there are loud noises of commiseration, it is most likely so that nobody wishes to wake up so early.
Norbert Hedgehog is sitting in the cafe, happily slurping his drinks. He is a content man in his early sixties, The fuss pot is in the other corner, arranging his bags, two different cups of coffee before him. He is busily annotating some papers in a folder.
The view from the train is brighter this morning, the sky is not obscured by cloud today. There is a low fog, and the still-bare skeletons of the trees in the hedgerows both creepy and pretty simultaneously.
Reach over to the small dumbwaiter beside the bed, to the tablet glowing there, to turn off-the noise.
Morning again, time to get up and go t0 work.
Bathroom, then brush the teeth, wash the face and the hands. A small scratch on the back of the hand opens up and starts to bleed. That was the cat, it had played there. Take a small sticking plaster from the cabinet on the wall in the hall.
Take the coat, the lighter one. Who knows what the weather will do.
One of the shops in the alley has found a new customer, another second hand store. The owner used to have a tiny shop on the other side of the street, she has only word. so, as a result, there is now a shop selling Portuguese produce, an art gallery and two second hand shops. No grocer, butcher or baker, nothing like that at all.
walk through the town, the town that is mostly asleep. At the town gate, a flurry of traffic, delivering, collecting. But all is quiet in the creepy light of this early morning.
The paved place before the station is bare of people today, the coffee bar is under-staffed. The black-haired woman serving is slow and relaxed, the other one looks as if she has just got out of bed. And after the money has been taken and the coffee is flowing from the machine into the mug, the last member of the' morning shift arrives. she looks as if she is still asleep face puffy, hair askew, nervous glances at the colleagues already at work. But then, as she goes into the staff area behind the counter there are loud noises of commiseration, it is most likely so that nobody wishes to wake up so early.
Norbert Hedgehog is sitting in the cafe, happily slurping his drinks. He is a content man in his early sixties, The fuss pot is in the other corner, arranging his bags, two different cups of coffee before him. He is busily annotating some papers in a folder.
The view from the train is brighter this morning, the sky is not obscured by cloud today. There is a low fog, and the still-bare skeletons of the trees in the hedgerows both creepy and pretty simultaneously.
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