Walking to work today up a long hill beside dual carriageways; in the distance a man walks backwards.
I was late, he was slow; I gained on him.
He had handsome almond eyes – hollow as a cyborg’s – that shifted restlessly around, and when his head turned to check his trajectory, I noticed grey in the dark curls falling from where they were gathered by a scarlet Royal Mail rubber band.
He was taking notes, scribbling feverishly in a reporter’s notepad. It made sense now.
‘Hurry up’ I said as I passed.
‘Cut off is today’, I whispered to his back.
My second assignment is submitted and I am SO GLAD.