#abubble

I walk along a street listening to music, powerful, soft sort of music. It draws me in along with my imagination. I consider the thought of dancing, here in the street in front of cars and passersby. Dancing to music that only I can hear. A moment of non-conformity and self-expression. I smile to myself.

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“I were walkin’ along a street an’ this guy was walkin’ on the path that’s about to meet mine. An’ I look at him an’ I can see he must only be a few years older than me, an’ he’s wearing this smart navy suit an’ got blonde hair with blue eyes an’ all. He starts to speed up to get ahead of me, so I do too. Suddenly we’re both competing in some fast walking race apart from it doesn’t feel like it’s about how fast we can walk. I’ve only got short legs and he weren’t tall but it wer’ easy enough for him to get ahead of me. So there he is all young, smart and good looking, cutting corners an’ crossing busy roads whilst barely checking to see if it wer’ safe. An’ there’s me, small, post-teens, not knowing what to do with me life, rushing so I won’t be late to my appointment. Round the next corner, I see a woman with a boy waiting on traffic lights to cross this busy road.  I think I’ll join ‘em ‘cause if they’ve bin waiting it won’t be long before I getta cross an’ I won’t have ta wait for the traffic lights up the road. Finally I think I’m the one whose cutting time’s corners but he doesn’t turn to cross the road with us. He continues up the pavement an’ stops at the bus stop, pulls out a cig. It’s then I realise how red and irritated the skin on his face is an’ that he’s not that perfect after all. We’re just two different people trying to make it along our own, separate paths.”

Forty years ago it did.

The child captures all his love, sleeping in his arms. Six months ago he wouldn’t have believed it possible. Now he looks down at the tiny, restful face and his love is transferred.

They stand at the toe of the lake, hair wiping their faces, long strands of yellow grass tickle their legs; the wind is cold and bitter, suiting the grey sky that looms above. They do not notice this though. Eyes fixed on the lake in concentration, determined.

A red hippopotamus is dancing in the sea. Leaping, smiling, as happy as can be.

The distance between is travelled on aeroplane.