Sphere of influence

Posted on October 1, 2011


The pavement is all I can see.  The patch a metre or so in front of me.  It is all I can concentrate on. I move one foot forward and plant it in front of me.  Then the other follows.  Success.  Each step, followed by another.  All the way from the station to my home.  The pavement is grey, red, black, brown.  Stained with blood, spit, gum, shit, rubbish.

Home at last.