Monday, 30 July 2007

72: Carol, sitting there

I am walking home. Carol is probably still sitting in the café, not moving or saying anything. At nine or ten or eleven or whenever it is the café closes no one will know how to move Carol out of the café. They will look over at her awkwardly, talk quietly amongst themselves behind their hands, and then shake their heads. They will tidy up the tables and stack the chairs around her and turn off the lights and lock the door, and leave Carol still sitting at the table.

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