What's your fantasy today?
Finally, I reach my destination. There has been rain after the stifling heat of yesterday, but it’s not cold. The sliding doors of the train open and I find myself bang opposite the exit and the steel-capped steps that lead down to the tunnel under the tracks. A smell of rain lingers in the air. I turn left and head towards the road. “What’s your fantasy today?” “I’ve used them all up.” “Wrack your brains.” “I am, but I can’t think of any.” The truth is I can’t be bothered. All of my day dreams have exploded into nothing, there’s little much left and besides, I don’t want to degenerate into fretfulness, which is always the end result. I cross the road and walk past parked cars and plastic dustbins in untidy driveways, numbers scrawled roughly on their sides. “I’ll play a game instead.” Most licence plates these days close with three letters, like SKN or TGP or NSK and I try and make up words. So SKN could be ‘ stupendous kayak ninjas ’ and TGP might be ‘ the gormless porpoise ’ ...