ICE CREAM FOR SEAGULLS

In Broadmead today late afternoon while drinking coffee at a table outside and having a sporadic conversation with an ex work colleague’s been sacked for innappropriate behaviour, I saw two seagulls had ice-cream cones.
The first swooped down took with its beak from between the pigeons were pecking at it the middle section of a cone and flew up onto the top of a telephone box nearby.
The second flew into my view from the left carrying in its beak all but the top of what looked like a similar style cone to the one the first took, flapped its wings then glided up on to the top of the green trailer, WATCH STRAPS & BATTERIES FITTED FREE.


WHILE I WAS WRITING...

...there’s an argument between a man and a woman, looks like a couple, he’s shouting and pointing once and again at Foot Locker...
...she listens then shouts at him...
...now they’re shouting at each other...
‘...what did I do?’ he says, ‘...why...why...’ arms outstretched, drops hands...
- I can’t hear anything she says -
...she moves closer to him, looking up at him, he’s taller...
‘...what you stressing for?’ he says, ‘...ask the guy...’
...their voices are quieter...
...he says something to a man walks past wears a shirt similar to him...
‘...no, no, no,’ he says, she moves away, ‘...what’s going on?’
...he’s getting more animated, a few dance steps, she walks off, walks past where I'm sitting...
...he joins a group of men wearing similar shirts to him...
‘...it’s her, man,' he says to me them, 'fucking what she’s fucking saying, man...’