Shop's closed

In the old New Cross when the milling of the crowd was usual unlike now where it is all traffic. In and out and there was no one about whom I knew yet they were so familiar.

Strangers would be so familiar they were almost a part of the shop.

Madonna was singing and showing it all the way it should be and we all did.

We were all milled into one whole piece.

We lost our identity.

We are no longer workers.

“We have no one to turn to.”

The trains on the entire neighborhood. Rattled and rated and found we were too poor to live there. We enjoyed walking and there were things we did. Rich employed every means to take from us the power to be. And we were taking by progress.

It was all about space and they had to evict us all to make New Cross a new source of income tax and revenue.

Old drunks were being evicted after their belongings including money were stolen. Their mugshot I had seen a good number of times. They went to collect their money and that happened. Sighed someone quite happily.

"If someone did that to me he would be dead,"

"No one would," The other assured him.

"Shoot him tonight."

“They are parasites.” Some lofty dude would snarl and when I went to open the shop they would leave, “not in front of her.”

We were surpassed we were distressed the men milling in the pubs became the punters who went to take rides with the whores.

The usual drinks were replaced by cocktails. Pubs closed adding to the clamour to go to the foodie drink restaurants and then what did it matter? The butchers left in distressing circumstances the rest of the cafes left too.

From being this thriving community we all became something slender. We had to run on milkshakes and stuffy nonsense. When they could take and take from the poor and give it to the rich who paid more?

“Make do all the time.” I thought impatiently.

Penury left me in some ways free and I could see them for what they all were.

The takeover was so fast that we did not like the new them they were all around the place.

The rush of blood and then the poor had to leave before we got to them. The poor left and one by one they were replaced by the clever crowd. I called them and wondered when the turn would come when it was our turn.

Closed the door and went inside.

I was cleaning the floor and then they came they always did. Fidel had to modernize the shop he said. The shop is always dirty. Rat infection is adding to the work. No staff meant we had to do the work. He had a lot of ideas about turning it into a going concern.

"It might never happen,"

"Already has," and I meant that.

The men who were wearing the new clothes made themselves speeches and sat down and cleverly told the others to do the work as they were spoken for by all them rich bitches.

“Can you measure the tables and then I can add them up”. He told me.

He had his legs apart so I guessed. I was not going to measure his legs.

The poor boy did not get the measurements right and his uncle fired him. I was ever so nervous he would find me out. I wept afterward and did not want to know what the extra chair tops would be and where they ended up.

Fidel did not want them as they were measured wrong and added and added the bills he said what the young man was thinking.

"You should,"

"What?"

"I told her to measure them,"

It was not my job as I had tried to tell him.

I disliked anything but dreaming. The whole lot of the fools left in disgust.

I am always confused about how I questioned the stampeding crowd as they passed the shop. Our shop seemed to rattle as they did.

I am sorry the shop did not look out for you as I should have done.

“Beggars cannot be choosers.”

I should have not shouldered the hard shoulder and did not know and did not reason as others did. I was disabled. I had a stranger within the autistic world.

Autism who did not relate could never know what the other sod was feeling and had no real empathy I was too busy being and doing and then what for did it right and wrong.

My disability sort of cushioned me from the effects of the debilitating crowd.

I am sorry here is my freedom pass to prove it.