
There’s a discussion going at one of my windows, down low, because the men speaking are kneeling on the ground. I like this window.
‘Just couldn’t believe it.’
They are tradesmen, I can see the fluorescent orange, lemon, and blue clothing.
‘He just came at me.’
One of the tradesmen is doing something with his shoelaces. They keep talking.
‘He just wasn’t making sense.’
The street is quiet and still, unusual for Christmas. Even the traffic is nonchalant. They men are still there, kneeling in the sun for what seems like ages. Then I realize they are looking at a phone.
‘So, we were like this, and he just came from nowhere.’
I heard the sound of a shoelace whipping through holes and then breaking.
‘That’s fixed it.’
‘You got it then?’
‘Yeah, mate. Anyway, it was this big. Fuckin huge. Unbelievable.’
He was still kneeling but was now holding both arms out wide. The other man nodded, still looking at his phone.
‘Came this close. Telling ya. Came this close.’
I still don’t know what it was.
Intriguing! I had an owl “this big” “come at me” “from nowhere” once.
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Hmmmmm. Now I want to know!
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