UNDISCLOSED #7 – 27th July 2008

It is 11.55pm.

I am dressed in an off the shoulder red party dress with a full skirt.

Tall, elegant black shoes.

My hair is swept up high on my head.

Around my neck is a diamante choker.

In my arms are a dozen red long stemmed roses and a red box of chocolates, the flat box kind with a tray inside containing, also, a dozen chocolates.

I stand at the foot of the staircase leading up to the entrance to the Town Hall.

There are a few people around mainly rushing past. Cars drive by.

A wolf whistle sounds from some direction to my left.

But mostly it is quiet, for the city. It is a Sunday evening.

I start my ascent.

At every third step I leave a rose.

I hear some people behind me. Their tone suggests they are watching and wondering what I am doing.

Again some passer by, a male, yells out some remark I cannot quite catch.

I reach the top of the staircase and turn.

There are a few people peering up from different parts of the street.

There is a bus stop across the road and I can see that there is some curiosity.

I however, have business to attend to.

I sit down and carefully open the box of chocolates on my lap.

I take one out and place it in my mouth.

I write a note on the paper that covers the chocolates

“The last time…”

I slowly start to consume each chocolate and in each ones place I leave a piece of paper with a date…

The dates span over three decades.

Below me some late night revellers look up and cheer and joke.

One young man runs up the stairs and grabs a rose then runs off.

Mostly people are quiet and curious.

I wonder if a security guard will appear and ask me to move on.

So far, so good.

I am down to the last chocolate.

I do not eat this one.

I leave a small note next to it

“This one is for you…”

It is 12.27am

I stand up leaving the box of not quite empty chocolates on the stairs.

Casually I proceed down the stairs and quietly leave the scene.



~ by jvulcan on February 15, 2009.

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