Out of the Box #bentley 8

Postmen stay the same, but what happens if a courier comes? Will he try to deliver a parcel through the door? Hopefully they’re smart enough to find a hiding place or the owner may have left instructions, but there could be an attempt. It looks like there’s a panel missing above the door, though that could be the wind. Perhaps it’s a home for the birds. It’s an odd place as it’s very close to the road. Are there curtains and an attic room? Is there a back door? Do they suffer from damp as water falls through the chimney? Do they pay rent? And what sort of mess do they leave? It’s obvious that someone’s spent a bit of time crafting this. It’s not something that you can just buy out of a shop. The base looks a bit rotten. I hope it ca withstand strong gusts of wind.

The Mall

I go in the back way. It’s a bit unusual, but it links up the place with nearby housing while allowing a local car park to be built with a ring road looping around the whole building. There’s also council flats with an exclusive lift; but that’s just for security purposes. The car park is now shut and its future is uncertain, but you can bet that they’ll probably look for someone to redevelop them into apartments. Once inside the mall; one of the first people that you’ll probably see are the security guards. Their uniform has evolved strangely over time from bluecoat blazers to yellow waistcoats. Their current set-up is modelled on riot gear; though with the amount of straps on the back of it it looks like a bigger version of a restraining suit. You’ll soon start seeing big-brand shops. Get there early to avoid the crowds otherwise you’ll face toddlers being let loose from  their pushchairs and stallholders trying to sign you up to things and unnecessary queues in the card shops.

Do the Charlton

He’s got one of those forgettable faces. You wouldn’t know him if you passed him in the street, and if you showed up on his turf again, it would take you a while to work out what his role is. He might be the man behind the scenes that makes the magic happen. He’d wear a black shirt and probably wore glasses. He could be the chef or he’s the one changing the barrels. And they had quite long lines which meant the beer quality wasn’t always the best. But for a while, it felt like a proper pub. They had events and festivals. It was somewhere that you could go for just a drink. Then the chains took over and made it restaurant only. You couldn’t sit in and enjoy the grounds without splashing out. And you can’t even see the original character of the building any more. You’re just shown straight to a table.

House of Brad #bentley 7

Nothing says that this your territory than putting a giant flag outside. After all, an Englishman’s home is his castle (or is it the other way around?)You could take it down when you’re not in (or pretend to), but that would be a big giveaway for the burglars. It’s just as well that it’s got its own camera system. But that’s only on the approach to the main gate. You might also have to take the flag down in bad weather or risk prosecution. Or you could change it for special occasions like sporting events or if someone from another nation should happen to visit. And I’m not sure if the miniature house outside is a bird box or a mailbox but it’s a great addition, though it’s a shame that it’s not a replica of the current building. Perhaps it’s a memory of a previous home. It’s a bit strange that they’ve named the whole house ‘Bradley’.

"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough."

What if you don’t? Will you want to start again. Will you be dealt a better hand? And how will you know if things are going better next time? It’s very hard to remember what you did in your previous life. Perhaps that’s what feelings of déjà vu are all about. If you feel that you’ve done everything right, would you want to go round and experience it again? Some people would, if only to cherish the times that they’ve reminisced upon. But they wouldn’t know they’d be reminiscing upon them as they relived them. It’s all very confusing. Some people argue that they do live more than once, especially if they’re trying to evade the law and have successfully faked their death. But how you do know if you’ve done everything right? Surely everyone’s said or done something that they regret and wish that they could take back. Maybe that’s why we go again every time.

On the Tracks of... #bentley 6

Is this the work of random soil erosion? Or something else passed by here? Something large and sinister has managed to pierce the grass to reveal soil? Perhaps it was a really bit of juicy grass that the sheep could just not resist. There’s even a chunk left if anyone else wants some. But before that, a giant chicken could have been squashed into the ground so hard that the ground’s been pierced and the soil has been compressed into rubble. You can even make out some skinny legs squashed into an outline underneath. It might have laid a little something before it perished. Or perhaps some weights fell at height, either from some farm machinery or from overhead, squashing the newly chewed patch instantly. This is all that remains to tell us that something was once here. It was its last mark upon this earth. A little worm has come up to investigate the surface. Or perhaps he is responsible…

Bric-a-Brac #titannabell 27

Finally, a breeze came through. The more she moved towards it; the smaller it was; until; suddenly, she burst through the brick and she was outside. Her next thought was where her small friend ended up. She quicky remembered where she was place and fished her out and placed her on top of the ramparts. She then realised how big she was in order to achieve this simple action. Her hair had also grown and some of it was still inside. Then she realised that she might have drawn a bit of attention to herself over the course of this interaction, and the best thing to do was to clean herself up. There was only one other way to ensure her safety. She wrapped her hair around herself as if it was a golden dress and headed off down the hill, still shaking the foundations of the castle as she walked.