GHOST LETTER 17

Sign of the Times-0415 Image by Mark Renney

From my space at the edge I scan the car park and watch the other drivers, and their companions if they are in couples or are in groups of family or friends. The lone travellers are few and far between and almost all men in their big, bold and efficient company cars. Just days, possibly even less, merely hours ago, I must have been like these suited and serious men and yet I feel no kinship, no connection. But still I sit and I watch them as they come and go.

I don’t know how long I have been sitting here, watching and waiting, or why. But there it is, parked almost directly opposite. The car is older than my own, much older, a little box, a tin can, but it has wheels and an engine and it looks reliable, sturdy enough.
I supposed I just needed to see it, to know that it was possible. A few hours ago I would have approached the driver and tried, attempted to broker a deal, to make the exchange. But everything is changing so quickly. I am changing and I suspect that a few hours from now I won’t even need this.
I watch him climb from his car and, stretching, he pulls on his jacket. His face is square and he is solid. From here he seems amenable and if I was going to approach anyone it could, it would, be him. But how to begin, what would I say to make him understand and of course I couldn’t. But I suspect that he would at least listen and if I were to convince him to make the exchange and muster up some cash I don’t believe he would try to con me. To make what is for him already a good deal even more lucrative. No, he looks honest and trustworthy and if I was going to approach anyone it would be him.

Advertisements

10 thoughts on “GHOST LETTER 17

  1. Once again you have got the mix between detail and intrigue just right, Mark. Your style draws the reader in and stimulates the imagination excellently – I found myself following several mental paths at the same time.Great writing. Thanks for sharing!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s