Dawn is just starting to prickle around the eastern edge of the sky as the man slumped beside the station entrance peers dolefully at the book he's carrying and looks in his bag to see if there's anything else to read. I should, he thinks, have remembered my keys yesterday morning. I should, he also thinks, keep a spare set of keys somewhat closer than Brixton.
He checks the time of the first train again. Only an hour or so to go until he can head down to Brixton. When he gets there he'll find a cafe, get an early breakfast, and after that it should have reached a sufficiently civilised hour to knock on his friend's door to get his spare keys.
What he doesn't yet know is that the friend concerned is actually away for three days on business.
Posted by mpk at July 28, 2004 4:53 AM | TrackBack