Wednesday, September 02, 2015

The trophy

It is night and the city streets are dark and crowded. A sort of tournament is under way, which all the people are in. The crowds proceed around a large town square in the darkness. The trophy is on a small table in the middle of the grassy square where all is pitch dark. I go in and take it.  Everywhere is so dark there is no risk of being seen. Someone is with me, but only vaguely. I lead the way around the corner of a building and along narrow pavements lined with police. Maybe we drift apart a little on our way out of town.

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