Damn, first I missed the boat and now the train! And the bag of potatoes boarded. Dark clouds on the horizon? The platform is empty but look there is my pencil next to a 50 euro note. I hold it up to the light. There is no message on it. No shopping list for the grocer or the fish farmer either. I turn it over and no, no name of the owner either. Whoever finds it can keep it. Loud thunder in the distance a lightning bolt. I am standing dry in the station building with a broad smile on my face when it sounds through the loudspeakers:the next trains are cancelled because there has been an accident on the train that has just left this station with the final destination the Nordic such sorry for the inconvenience but the para medics and fire brigade do need the rest of the day to clear the s ear and spray it clean. The next train with final destination.
I no longer hear the rest of the direction with the potloo in my hand and the note in my fist the world is at my feet and I leave that suitcase at the station. Snippets from the past I have plenty. I start over and the first thing I do is chase the subtenant who refuses to pay out of the house. The sunlight shines on the tip of my HB pencil. Fascinating how sharp a pencil is. An accident happens before before you can say Robinson...
He waves at me from the other side of the street. Coffee?