Leggings – Bikerrs Galore!

Leggings – Bikerrs Galore!

5.5.17

I've moved some weeks ago. Quietly,
yet it's known about. I didn't know it, the demographics, about the
area, and now I do. Yesterday I voted at the polling station.

Today for the second time since I moved
in a helicopter buzzed the building. Or so it sounded...

A male voice rang out. He was
laughing. It was a huge joke. “Is she here then?”

Voices answered from nearby, “No, you
can see that the curtains are never opened. It's an empty next
door!”

It was about 7.00 a.m. I'd been
sleeping better since I moved in. They all laughed happily.

“When are we...?” started off one
of the women greedily.

“Its not that easy,” replied the
male curtly. He was no longer laughing, “They know old May-Belle,
and even she's known to exist. Even the Polish know who she is.”

There was a general awe of
disappointment. This was a knot in the Pincherall schedule.

“Is there any way,” started an
older male. There were tears in his voice. It was choking him.

May-Belle voice came up from floor
level, “We can discredit her a bit more...” she said.

“You can't,” the Hell-Copter man
said shortly, “We did this morning for the credit, only now they
know, we can't do much more!”

The hell-copter turned away, and flew crabwise into the blue.  

The wasps began to sound behind him.  They were plotting.  It was same old, same old!