small thing

Thursday, 11th of April, 2019

1 here is a small thing glistening among the

cobblestones. The cobblestones on the way to the

town gate, in the theatre street. Touch it with the right foot. It rolls over, still glistening.

No idea as to what that might be.

The hair is still damp from the shower, it is cold in the morning air. It is clerk. Sit in the

bus shelter on the bench that Dolores used, before she fell ill with her leg, and the arthritis in her knee. It is five thirty seven, the bus is due in five minutes. There is the sound of the man feeding the ducks, making chicken farmer noises.

Cloak chooz chooz choah. A man feeding wild ducks in

the park, being the first thing that he does, feeding his

flocks.

The taxi driver approaches, he has trimmed his beard.

Pay the bus driver, and go to the rear part of, the bus, behind the bellows covering the point

in the middle. The bus moves out into the traffic, lurching, that makes it hard to walk,.

Sit down, watch the streets pass by.

The girl behind the counter is called Andrea. She manages the shop. she is friendly, looks up, and says

"large coffee?". "Große Kaffee"