Dream

Inside, up above bagpiper in rain with two others, one a boy who jumps up against the other. Proceed, to church. I go down there, up fire escape to door, go to toilet beside door. Slip latch as someone climbs stairs. ‘It’s Matt,’ I say, tissue in the bowl. Debbie’s profile against glass.

Walk down street, see Dan pass, white-haired in functional blue (?) mac.

Think, ‘ah he is avoiding people at church.’