by The Lone Ranger
Men in Space by Tom McCarthy
Early Monday morning. I'm without my Indian and Silver is tied to the crash barrier in the pay 'n' display carpark. I make my way.
Book goes down well: nice sun-lit bench, plenty of people. No sign of guns. Drinking saloon shut.
Man near a bus stop gets straight to his feet as I leave. Walks past me as I make my get-away to watch the bench from a safe vantage point. He heads for the book. I glance back. Man sits down. He is middle aged, dresses smart with jeans. No spurs. He picks Men in Space up and starts to read.
I look at the shadow of the town clock on the cobbles. The sun is low: by my calculations it took 56 seconds from me leaving till the book being picked up. Admire the guy; he walked straight past me, bold as brass. Didn't say a word as he headed for it.
So here's my receipt for leaving Silver in the carpark. Will add it to my expenses.
Next Week : A Thousand Splendid Suns.
Another exciting adventure from me, the Lone Ranger!