isolation
Room With A View
Cold morning light. Runners, dog walkers, people on their way to work passing shelters already vacated. Sleeping bags, carrier bags, hold alls stowed under benches. Apart from one shelter.
Stranded
Stand on a crack break your back stand on a line break your spine stand on a nail you go to jail…
Neighbours
It’s cold, and the rain’s set in, but at least the promenade’s quiet, and the shelter should be empty. I don’t bother anyone, don’t want anyone bothering me.
View Through A Train Window
The train slows; passing three yellow balls in the scrub by the trackside, two close together, the other some distance apart, a chance arrangement he seems intensely curious about.