Dazzling diode

Friday, February 1st

The cat rubs its head on the right trouser leg, put put on, the pair of trousers resting there where

they had been placed the night before and then removed, then pulled over cold legs fresh from

the shower, then the cat.

Bend down and rub the small animal's head. She likes that. The cat closes her eyes and

purrs.

Then finish putting the clothes on

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Turn off the small light in the bedroom, go into the hallway, take the money out of the small

wall cabinet. The money is in it's wallet, along with all the plastic cards.

The alley is dry, it is not really cold anymore.

Walk through the town, like almost every other day. A cyclist rounds a corner in a hurry,

sudden, silent and unexpected. The headlight is a dazzling diode, a bright white light.

That is the only person, untill the mornings good morning to Dolores in the bus shelter.

She is wearing her fur coat, her trousers are short, they do not cover her ankles. Her face is tired, her age not to be judged exactly.

On some days she wears a Muslim head scarf, on others not.

Wish her a good morning, let the day at the end

of the week begin.