This morning he was here. Now he is not.
Today she has spoken to him.
To his ansaphone.
And stared out of the window. Then the floor. Now the ceiling. Now the crappy wall.
Talked to Alan bloody mulberry goooooogle Bennett.
Stared out.
Talked to Tony Tommy Timmy some T at the checkout.
That Clara.
The white table cloth. She would like to wrap herself in Clara’s white table cloth.
Breathe.