34

It was just a normal day.

It was a cup of tea and cereal,

morning paper and pop radio kind of day.

The same old routine:

breakfast, shower, dress:

keys, phone, wallet:

traffic lights, zebra crossing, parallel parking:

time to work.

It was just a normal day.

Victor joked about football,

we smoked cheap cigarettes at break

and tried not to stare at Marie’s breasts,

we watched cameras and filled out forms,

we heard planes fly over

and we looked forward to tonight’s dinner.

It was just a normal day.

It was a cup of tea and cereal,

bad jokes and great tits,

a working hard or hardly working kind of day.

It was a day of destruction

death

panic

prejudice

fear

failure.

But…

but it was just a normal day.

My thoughts and well wishes to anyone affected by the attacks in Belgium today.  Be strong.

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