waiting expectantly, watching a procession of cars go past, some brightly lit, others gradually coming into focus through the misty rain. the sound of water being forced out between rubber and tarmac. exhaust notes interrupted by impatient horns and brake squeals combine together to form a terraffic symphony. the occasional ear splitting sirens from an emergency vehicle forces you to run to the window and watch just to make sure they make it through the chicane and if they don't?....dial 999!
watching the chip shop frying for their hungry customers who leave caressing their hot meals neatly wrapped in white paper. watching and waiting addictively for the rush of adrenaline when someone steps over the imaginary line onto the forecourt and becomes a potential sale. listening, analyzing, explaining, answering, calculating, gently manipulating into a deal. the sky is brightening and the rain has become less penetrating. the traffic still needs calming as bus passengers gaze longingly from the upper deck. that's the one i want, too late the viewing platform has moved on to the next imaginary purchase.....
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