five young men, teenagers, having a boys party in the living room. Scattered over the floor in sleeping bags, one is awake and has started to play on one of the computers set up on the table. Retire again, go to the bathroom, it is too early yet.
Sit at the window, read the news. The British appear to be in confusion, those that got what they wanted do not know what to do with it, and those that did not can not do very much. The Americans have what there system let them have, a man who has caused ruin in the past and seems to want to do that in the future too.
Look into the sitting room again, more of the five boys are awake, doing their things with computers.
Put on clothes, find shoes in the hall, say good morning to one of the boys on his way to the bathroom. He says good morning too.
Walk into the town. The whole of the market square has tables and benches on it, they are celebrating their summer town party. Stages for bands have been set up too. Find the bakery, now hidden behind some trucks, and go in, buy eight croissants and eight pretzels.
Pick a way back to the home street, see that the windows to the flat are now wide open, here the sound of conversation.
Go up the stairs and offer each of the boys a pretzel. The wife is still in bed.
Make a cup of coffee, and take it. Eat one of the pretzels too.
The headache is beginning, tinnitus on the right, and a pain in the left forehead.
The weather outside, which had been nice, is turning grey.
There is nothing more to say.
today.
Sit at the window, read the news. The British appear to be in confusion, those that got what they wanted do not know what to do with it, and those that did not can not do very much. The Americans have what there system let them have, a man who has caused ruin in the past and seems to want to do that in the future too.
Look into the sitting room again, more of the five boys are awake, doing their things with computers.
Put on clothes, find shoes in the hall, say good morning to one of the boys on his way to the bathroom. He says good morning too.
Walk into the town. The whole of the market square has tables and benches on it, they are celebrating their summer town party. Stages for bands have been set up too. Find the bakery, now hidden behind some trucks, and go in, buy eight croissants and eight pretzels.
Pick a way back to the home street, see that the windows to the flat are now wide open, here the sound of conversation.
Go up the stairs and offer each of the boys a pretzel. The wife is still in bed.
Make a cup of coffee, and take it. Eat one of the pretzels too.
The headache is beginning, tinnitus on the right, and a pain in the left forehead.
The weather outside, which had been nice, is turning grey.
There is nothing more to say.
today.
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