Photographs taken by me: ©ChloeMarshall
Wednesday 22nd January 2020
She walks through the door, eyes hopeful as she surveys the room. Her eyes, immediately lose their hope and turn into dark pits of disappointment. The room is cluttered and dirty. She expected more, nothing extraordinary, but more than this. The photographs had made it look as though it was more, an illusion of all the things she wanted. The bed frame, which is the centre piece of the entire room, takes up too much space. The window, however, held up to be exactly as she had wanted and imagined it to be. Not enough to hold her interest, but perfectly right. On on side of the bed, she spots a small desk which is in use by the current tenant, the other side of the bed is the ‘kitchen’. The door to the bottom of the bed leads down to a small bathroom – shower and toilet contained within. The hard stone steps leading down to it is off-putting.
“I’m not sure. I’ll have to check back at the office and then email you.”
The bangs of the cannon can be heard from the walk up
A smell in the air that baffles my brain as it tries to place it
The canal, calm, as people walk and the taxi boat floats by
There is a plane up ahead; I wonder when it will be me up there looking down
Parents and children walk with tired intention
Another milestone achieved, silently unnoticed.
Even by me.