But what had she heard?
What had she seen?
My introduction - Had it started there?
A careful choice of position; my left foot adressing the receiver, my right curved towards the east. All too recognisable to the educated but how much she knew? I could never be sure.
This was a time of crisis. I had no choice but to assume she'd seen it all. Every bt of that meeting was now locked away in her feverish mind. What she would do? I couldn't say. Their presence here was, so far, only hinted at.
I chewed on my tongue, the fat, quivering syphon.
That gaze.
Most likely lobotomised. Had his mind been his own, I have no doubt he would have warned me. Her presence had put a whole new spin on this town. She had compromised me. A pity.
I looked at what had been my vantage point. This corner had been good for days and nights.
With the jaunidce-yellow light of the chipshop at my back, the two intersections were open two me. Turn right and I could watch the people-carriers pull their obese cargo onto the promenade. Turn left and more silver monoliths skulked into town. Heading straight for the co-operative or indicating away towards discount electircal goods.
I'd learnt a lot at this corner.
£1.25 for a battered sausage.
This seaside town was like a sink of the nation. Here, a grey sluice of people washed from middle England.
They circled the great drain of the north sea, some for decades, before they were taken.
This was a town where ecessive drug-taking was not a concern. Of the young at least.
Boredom. Of such profundity.
It had eaten away the disire for the etxra-sensory eperience.
These deprived children only wanted tangible things. They demanded fists and temples and knees and breasts and clitorises and testies and teeth and broken glass and concrete and puckered anuses and gaping anuses and the bulbous erection on a dog and fingers curled in their hair and thighs and bed posts and spit and broken mugs and burnt-out cars and rusted, wire fences and the first kick at sixteen weeks and premature engagements and premature marriage and premature ejaculation into a fourteen-year-old's mouth and trunchheons and pool cues and the sound of their father, wheezing in the dark moments from collapse at 57 and with nothing to leave behind him.
If they worked. They got it.
What had she seen?
My introduction - Had it started there?
A careful choice of position; my left foot adressing the receiver, my right curved towards the east. All too recognisable to the educated but how much she knew? I could never be sure.
This was a time of crisis. I had no choice but to assume she'd seen it all. Every bt of that meeting was now locked away in her feverish mind. What she would do? I couldn't say. Their presence here was, so far, only hinted at.
I chewed on my tongue, the fat, quivering syphon.
That gaze.
Most likely lobotomised. Had his mind been his own, I have no doubt he would have warned me. Her presence had put a whole new spin on this town. She had compromised me. A pity.
I looked at what had been my vantage point. This corner had been good for days and nights.
With the jaunidce-yellow light of the chipshop at my back, the two intersections were open two me. Turn right and I could watch the people-carriers pull their obese cargo onto the promenade. Turn left and more silver monoliths skulked into town. Heading straight for the co-operative or indicating away towards discount electircal goods.
I'd learnt a lot at this corner.
£1.25 for a battered sausage.
This seaside town was like a sink of the nation. Here, a grey sluice of people washed from middle England.
They circled the great drain of the north sea, some for decades, before they were taken.
This was a town where ecessive drug-taking was not a concern. Of the young at least.
Boredom. Of such profundity.
It had eaten away the disire for the etxra-sensory eperience.
These deprived children only wanted tangible things. They demanded fists and temples and knees and breasts and clitorises and testies and teeth and broken glass and concrete and puckered anuses and gaping anuses and the bulbous erection on a dog and fingers curled in their hair and thighs and bed posts and spit and broken mugs and burnt-out cars and rusted, wire fences and the first kick at sixteen weeks and premature engagements and premature marriage and premature ejaculation into a fourteen-year-old's mouth and trunchheons and pool cues and the sound of their father, wheezing in the dark moments from collapse at 57 and with nothing to leave behind him.
If they worked. They got it.
