Killing Time

Whilst killing time in Cardiff, I visited my old address, 31 City Road. The building is empty now but it was once the centre point of one of the happiest years in my life. We occupied the first floor flat. My bedroom had a huge picture window, overlooking the Road. I arrived there after work one evening with all my possessions packed into a single taxi. Put everything away in what little furniture there was, made the bed and turned in for the night. I didn’t possess any curtains and with the window, not being overlooked by any other vantage points, they seemed unnecessary. When the alarm went off in the morning I stumbled naked out of bed and for a short while blinked uncomprehendingly at the window where the top deck passengers of a stationary bus stared back, just a couple of feet away.