A MOSEY

Moseying through Broadmead after work bought a £10 phone voucher and the young woman served me said, ‘you got a swipe card?’
‘No.’
‘You can phone up and get one’ll mean you can top-up at more places.’
‘Thanks.’
The first cashpoint wasn’t giving cash is why there was no queue but a long one at the next nearest so went further then onto look at secondhand DVD’s...didn’t buy one, or any.
At the North edge of the centre of the cross, two youths sat on the back of one of the metal slatted benches and another stood nearby being talked to by a woman had one hand free to point a finger at him and the other holding a shopping bag.
Walked behind her on my right, heard her say, ‘life don’t give you nothin’, boy, nothin’.’
He nodded, head inclined down.
‘You want something...you listening?’
‘Yes,’ he said.
‘You should be...you want something you gotta make it happen...yes?’
‘Yes,’ he said.
‘...to make something happen you gotta clean yourself up, get yourself together...you hear?’
Out of earshot thought he’d say, ‘yes.’
Passed on my left a police van parked in the centre circle against one of the concrete flower boxes and wondered if there was a link between it being there and what the woman’d said to the young man.