“The old bugger is holding up the democratic wishes of the town!” bitter- old Mr Souness overstated.
Old, corroded brasses bridge. One more heavy car riding along with it, it will be done for. Nearby, an old spooky dwelling sitting. No one attempted to go inside as it is parched verdant outside. Like a palace have guards all over oppressive unknown person to let it, but only a fool-old man living. Twice width of the bridge, taking down old haunted house. Mails sent, mails back. The old man playing give-and-back and hide and seek with superior councils, Full of self- assurance.
Here. Standing in front of that worn, chapped doorway. Looking for a way to convince the old man. Once the door open, plain white curtain covering all the undiscovered arts. Trying to have a peek, but can’t. Day by day, hour by hour, going back to persuade him to move out. Superior councils struck down two houses to make the old man furtive and worried. They are sure the old man can’t endure and leave his house.
“The old man is teeming from the wash-house into his house, go help him!” Mrs Withman said as she rang our house.
Drunk, recumbent his back on the hallway, suffocating as he breathe.
“it’s all right now” I said.
From that worn chapped doorway to the art and homage of the man outing by me. Scintillating crystal around except the floor. Red Vineyard, Little Pear Tree, View of Arles with Irises, floppy the house. “It has taken years to do, years to do”. Dying man. Like clay in the passage the old man is. Plucked chicken with just a few small veins high on cheeks. All the purpose and vision had gone and was on the wall, about us.
Sirens heard, nurses came. Just standing there, “Christ Almighty” only the word left. He won’t die, he won’t die.
Wrecked, rout pictures all over the house. RAINBOW JOHNSTON. Brawn tools taken away by Old’s nephew. Leaving nothing but indifference.
House demolished, crowded. House seems an ingredient that been crushed for a dish and never been taste good when it’s nothing with it. Cooking show, people watching how to crush the ingredient to make it tastier. Done! Into pieces. Like a cracked glasses that if you touched it you might bleed so just leave it as it is.
Amused, twinkle eyes of Mr Souness been the last action been take.