A Walk.
I watch six year olds smashing windows
just passing the time.
I watch a young woman wandering around
with a sleeping bag under her arm.
I watch curtains part at mid-day.
The Story.
An awful day.
I wasn't working and was looking for somewhere to live.
3 of us were searching.
The area I got was south of the river.
I didn't really have a clue what I was looking for. An empty
house or flat with no squatters didn't seem likely.
No fierce dogs for neighbours.
As I said, no idea.
One of the first things I realised was I wasn't the only one
looking. The girl with the sleeping bag, I saw her around for
about half n' hour or so. So did people through parted
curtains. They'd seen it all before I expect.
The weather was overcast, dull and the strong sense of
deprivation and desperation leaked through into the cement
gardens and wet streets.
I gave up looking for the day.
Instead I went to a pub to get dry and on the back of a betting
slip I wrote A Walk.
I felt I could escape but the young girl couldn't.
And the six year olds?
A Walk - draft story from The Wolf Within - Steve Coel[ 2016 ]
An 11.59 Publication
Illustration / Picture [ not finished ]
stryd fawr [ 2015 ]
steve coel
An 11.59 Publication, Birmingham
