The Valley Road

 The Valley Road

I’m pretty sure it was a valley road

Maybe, it was in Wales

I park in a dusty car park and ascend the wooden stairs

To a printers

There is nobody around, just the repetitive noise of the presses

It’s an old printers, the type cases are ready for picking

Old, upper and lower case fonts

I leave and close the office door against the noise

And descend back to the car park

To my left are a precinct of empty offices, one is open

A recruitment company that seems to know me by name

I’m asked to sign confidentiality agreement and contracts

They want me to find printing business for one of their clients

If I sign, I know I will be taking business away from the adjacent printer

I get in my car, reverse and drive out of the dusty car park

And continue my dream along the valley road

30^th December 2011 : Caravan