city, also distant |
Bedroom.
Old lady, asleep. Mouth open.
Her skin pallid.
Thin.
Corridor.
Carpet, quiet: serenity.
Activity in the kitchen.
A street.
A car.
A road.
Trees autumn, leaf fall.
A station.
A ticket machine.
A car park.
Puddles, train arriving, departing.
Interior of train; abandoned newspapers.
Out of the window, memories.
Old home town.
The city.
People walking down the stairs.
People walking up.
The city streets.
A touch of rain.
St Paul’s.
Fleet street.
A bar.
A booth.
Food.
People arrive.
Noise.
A party.
Old friends.
A corner.
An older man; hearing aids.
Noise.
Eyes.
Cataracts.
A blur.
A taxi.
A train.
Goodbyes.
And somewhere, far away, a door in the back
of a car waits for another life.
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