How...appropriate
The morning sky was sulky and the air a tepid heaviness that hung as I stepped outdoors.
The escalators in the stations had cunningly switched themselves, and the tracks now ran, not a comfortable escalator’s width away, but gaped instead; a closed emptiness just over the side of my slowly descending steps.
The buckle popped off my pants as I got up to board the train, and I spent the day wearing a bulldog clip at my waist, scratchy and conspicuous.
I stepped out of the office to find continued petulance had descended into large drippy tears which soaked my shoes, rendered my freshly-washed clothes cold and clingy and left a steamy, musty smell of damp wherever people were.
I was starving when I reached home, and had forgotten half the things I was meant to buy on the way, which made me pout (no one noticed).
Clammy, gloomy, brooding Monday – so typical it was uncanny.
The escalators in the stations had cunningly switched themselves, and the tracks now ran, not a comfortable escalator’s width away, but gaped instead; a closed emptiness just over the side of my slowly descending steps.
The buckle popped off my pants as I got up to board the train, and I spent the day wearing a bulldog clip at my waist, scratchy and conspicuous.
I stepped out of the office to find continued petulance had descended into large drippy tears which soaked my shoes, rendered my freshly-washed clothes cold and clingy and left a steamy, musty smell of damp wherever people were.
I was starving when I reached home, and had forgotten half the things I was meant to buy on the way, which made me pout (no one noticed).
Clammy, gloomy, brooding Monday – so typical it was uncanny.
1 Comments:
poor baby *hugs*
By Me, at 09 November, 2005
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