B MOVIE Part 3

B MOVIE Part 3

At last, reaching his ancient appartment block, and negotiating the climb to a top floor which offered an eternal odour of missed opportunities.

Fumbling for keys in the half light, proved a waste of energy as the door appeared open, in fact forced open. Or had he simply forgot to pull it closed as he left the night before?

On first inspection, nothing was amiss, however with such a state of disaster as was the norm, miscreants could easily have been and gone. Could take days to find if anything had been taken.

But there was little, of value to take, any robber may well feel compassion and perhaps leave something rather than steal…

amongst the debris a phone buzzed

the harm of reality

Consider the value of silence

with only sounds of the countryside

floating around your ears

a dog barks here

a cat mews there

cows and sheep contribute

a ducks quack is factored in

wolves whistle

thinking about value of near silence,

cotton wool consistency ,

protecting from the harm of reality.

There was no taxi to be found. only flashing blue lights of law enforcement decorating an otherwise grey dawn. Thus a long walk to the horizon awaited, getting back to his miserable appartment, don his alter ego and prepare for the waiting day.

Passing pidgeons, a curios fox and an early morning street cleaner considered the shamboling individual, but only for a moment, before collective interest evapourated like hot breath in the freezing air.

Coffee ...was a priority, and sleep, both out of reach, now and until he at least touched base, reported in, and collected.

Collect, thats what it had come to.

TO BE CONTINUED

B MOVIE

The subtext of conversation hovered just above the smoke, adding to an aroma of perspiration, perfume and preoccupation, that gentle ache asking forgiveness.

It was late, or early dependant upon your personal time zone, time to make a move, if indeed there were any moves left.

Stepping out from the bar onto the dank pavement, the cold asked questions...the neons flashed their answers.

A street littered with detritus and tired temptation.

TO BE CONTINUED

Time

The time on my hands
can weigh heavy

opportunity to consider
errors

and victories

a continuum

MIXED THOUGHTS

A day of mixed thoughts...Wednesday 13 May and still the COVD 19 fills the news pages and TV channels. Of course such a pandemic is food and drink to the purveyors of especially bad news such as this, with the politicians looking for new escape routes, and how to introduce new untruths to their various electorates. 

For the most part we succumb to the propoganda, wringing our sanitized gloved hands in convenient despair.

This global catastrophy will go on for some time, and may never be completely eradicated.

Will we learn any lessons? I fear not.