chicken bones
whenever i am working at the gallery it seems to be stormy and gloomy outside. i like it. i can see the big trees bending over and the dark sky getting darker. and then 1000 people come in all cold and wet trying to escape the day. i have to take all their coats and bags and umbrellas and cameras and run after them coz they are touching the artwork.
then all of a sudden they are gone and its all quiet again.
apart from the wind.
and then the coolest kid in the world comes in with his cool mum and dad. he is on his dads shoulders and has a blonde mohawk. then suddenly he is behind me asking me my name. his name is Seven and he is 4. he asks me if he could please come behind the counter to see the big helicopter. so we had a little chat about helicopters and the time he flew one. meanwhile he eats his hot chips. then he gets distracted by the giant pile of chicken bones. he wanders off very important like through the gallery. he knows not to touch anything with his chippy hands.
so i dont have to chase after him. coz he already knows.
then 2 friends come in. they entertain me for a while. i laugh. then they go and its all quiet again.
so i wait for my tea break, when i can go outside and feel the stormy day.