where those of us now over half a century old
can share our creation and appreciation of art
when we were young and now we’re not
From Roger Gower
(1942 - )
To protect our staff, clients and community we have taken the sad decision to..…
There was a promise of warmth, given off by the lights, strategically placed, and the soft carpeting. It was an atmosphere without personality. Before the lockdown, hushed figures would have been hunched in front of their screens. Was it a call centre? It hardly mattered. The rest of the High Street was also closed up and dead.
An orange sun was dispersing the early morning mist.
One walk a day allowed. He preferred to avoid the street ballets, where lone bodies were trying to give each other distance in the spring sunshine, and go out in the cold of the early morning, at dawn. How quickly this virus had attacked the human world.
One way only.