Friday, March 21, 2008

Foam, tasks and trousers.

1. There is a sand coloured foam on the top of my coffee.

2. It's time to take the bins down to the basement. We race downstairs, Ben kicking a dropped plastic bottle as he goes. It's raining outside and we run across the car park and empty our loads. Back inside, I turn to go upstairs. 'Clare!' The lift door is being held for me. I shuffle in, and we wait for the last man. We are so close to each other that the movement of the lift shakes us into eye contact. We laugh awkwardly and look away again.

3. In a shop changing room, taking a pair of trousers off the hanger and knowing that they will fit.