The Beautiful Afternoon (Watching Them. Shooting Them)
Wednesday, 4th september 2013.
all she can think of is the beautiful afternoon, and how happy she is. the September sun is hanging low, her son is in a good mood on the back of her bike. arms around her waist. she can almost hear bird song.
they don’t know I’m watching them from the deep shadows of the old south-end cemetery. watching them. shooting them. a junky stares at me. for a second I think he’s planning to steal my camera. birds are singing from the tree tops.
all she can think of is the beautiful fall afternoon. how happy she is.