Walking Home Tonight.

Just occasionally I feel I may have stepped sideways into another parallel universe.
This evening I get back to Portsmouth and Southsea close to nineteen thirty, got an early train due to going into work early today. It's that time of year just before the clocks go back when it's dark by the time I get home.
It starts with what I initially think is a an abandoned guy. They start early in Portsmouth. It's about now the kids roll out the classic plastic bag sticking out of the neck of some shell suit jacket and them yelling "penny for the guy". The locals having managed to associate the time of year with another way of getting money for nothing. Well this particular "Guy"looks pretty gruesome, stain on the wall behind it, looks like a head shot, slumped down the wall. I even have to go back and take a second look. Only to realise it's actually a guy slumped by the wall reading his phone. Leavening him to his own busyness I wander round to Tesco/s.

 

This is four years old but I'm publishing now.