AVOIDANCE

Got back from a gig the early hours this morning was getting my gear out the back of the car when a man staggering drunkenly it looked like leaning with his arm on the shoulder of another came round the corner of the Deaf Centre and crossed the road to the pavement the other side of the grass strip separates it from the car park.
‘They going into the flats?’ I wondered and watched them as they made their way to the front doors.
‘Don’t buzz, I’ve got the key,’ shouted one of a group of women following behind along the path the men’d taken.
I didn’t want to share a wait or the lift with any of them so phoned home on the mobile but there weren’t any messages.
A man wearing a tee-shirt and dark colours and carrying a white plastic bag passed some people turned out to be two women and a man standing at the foot of the steps cut through the estate from bottom to top.
As the three of them were passed by the man on his way to the flats they moved and walked towards the short alleyway leads to Jamaica.
The lift smelled of fish and chips and the floor apart from a narrow dry strip along the left side was covered by a liquid I did my best to avoid standing in.