[Tuesday, February 07, 2006][Andrew Gallix] THIRTY TWO FEET PER SECOND (2001) My love has just left the flat, never to return. I can still smell the scent of her perfume in the room. I can hear her receding footsteps in the corridor.
When I was a kid, there were two different ways to go home, both equidistant. Every day, me and my sister would split up outside the school gates and see who would get there first.
As I open the window I think of the future that could have been, of the children we will never have. Every day they will split up outside the school gates and see who gets home first. We will hear their footsteps coming up the garden path.
Standing on the windowsill, I watch her winding down the six flights of stairs, carrying her blue suitcase. There are two ways to go home, both equidistant, but mine's the quickest. Last one's a sissy!
(Picture: Portrait of the Piss Artist Wearing a Straw Hat by my little sister, Sarah Jessop, circa 1990.)