belly

Wed, 3 April

There, a man pulling his trolley suitcase up the cobbled road from the town gate, slowly heading townward, He is slow, and the rattle from the trolley's wheels echoes from the houses on either side. Gothrough the  town gate to the bus stop. There is no one there but for a sshort man with a huge fat stomach, projecting out over his belt in a big globe. The man is probably not able to see his toes when standing. He has a neatly trimmed beard.

At the railway station, wish the smoker with his scrawny pigtail a good morning.

He is the only man standing at the ashtray, the others stand at the top of the steps, drinking and smoking.

There is a long queue at Yoma's cafe today, there is only one person behind the counter, stoically dealing with one customer after the other. Take the coffee, go to the little counter where the lids and the sugar and the condiments are stacked. take a lid, fit it onto the cup, and carry the whole lot out to the platform, drinking the coffee through a hole in the plastic lid.
The journey is starting, the journey to and from work, and it will end again this evening.