There was a perched gum seat, plastic, startling ringing in the left ear. Movement of a milk blue cat enters the main view, light gleaming from a jewel captured by a metal arm.

The chewing gum in my pocket has become loose from its tin foil enclosure and spreads deep inside the hole in my pocket. Lost between the seems of this old black coat of mine. Wind goes through the bone this night. Glaring into some deep web of thought I stumble across the rhythmic beating of the boiler at Tony’s place. The only warm place in that hole…