Monday, 11 November 2013
Fear, in the dark, in Barton, 11.11.13
Sitting on a bench in the park, in the twilight, in my luminous yellow donkey-jacket. Slender, young, lady, emerges from the shadowed damp and muddy path, walking purposefully. Just as she passes me, she presses a button which illuminates her mobile telephone, which wasn't ringing, and says "hello? yes, I'm on my way, not far now ..." And I am left thinking, "you have nothing to fear from me, but it's as well that you think you might". And also thinking that is rather sad.