The Next Bit

Prochorus is out walking the streets again. He looks through his notebook as he walks. There is a newspaper article about a park being bulldozed so office blocks could be built. There is a story he’s photocopied from a magazine about a bullying in primary schools. There are photos of stickers and posters, with slogans like ‘Kill your television’, ‘The truth will set you free’, ‘Make toast, not war’ and ‘Why are you buying your food from a tobacco company?’
He sits down at the same bench where he waits for the tram home from work.
The old lady is sitting there again. Maybe she never left?
‘Alright,’ he says. ‘I’ve had a good, long think about it. I think you’re right.’


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