Drake Circus Dramaturge


Warm wind strolls down the wide city street, carelessly spilling scent: damp water fountain, frying onions, spice, some eye stinging thing that might be called perfume, a simmer of old bin, traffic fumes, baking bread, coffee steam, syrup. Beyond the dust and smell of streets a series of double doors admit the public to the steel and glass sky high wonder with the smooth floors, where shops line up indoors, where the street odours must sneak at the edge of the coolly conditioned air. A grey clad force with bright armbands and earpieces keep a presence. Nobody runs up the down escalator: but this is a calm time of day. Maybe in the afternoon when caution and tempers are thinner there will be drama.
Past the bag selection in Primark two friends are walking, leaning confidentially close.
'I can't stop thinking about him.'
'Aww.'
'His girlfriend-'
That's all that was overheard: one snippet of a story that seems plain enough. Yep, drama anon.






Comments

  1. Geo.1 August 2013 at 06:31

    I haven't been in a shopping mall for many years --they gave me the permanent jumps-- but have always wanted to see an opera in one like in your photos. There is, I suppose, a dramaturge in me too!

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  2. Lisa Southard1 August 2013 at 09:51

    I am sure there is a dramaturge in you :-) On a hot day, a chilled mall reminds me of Singapore. And the eavesdropping is always good! Prefer my outdoor environments but a little contrast is good.

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  3. Suze1 August 2013 at 14:14

    Dramanonymous.

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  4. Lisa Southard1 August 2013 at 23:51

    :-))

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