Wheel of Fortune

Dimitar Lazarov

Two people came into the shop and left again after about half a minute. This is because the Kevin Rudd biography was NOT the one they wanted.

They’d stood outside and argued about it for half an hour. Bending to examine the book through the window where it sat in the sun, doing nothing. Rapping the window, right in Kevin’s face. They moved away and came back. Once she partly opened the door, but the argument pulled her back out again. Finally, they made it inside. But it was the wrong book. He said, ‘Not to worry, not missing much with that fool.’

‘As if you’re going to win Wheel of Fortune, Trevor!’

The man, Trevor, said he thought he WOULD win Wheel of Fortune. He said that if he won a fortune, he would give it to the birds.

Artwork by Gerhard Gluck

Outside the window

Painting by Mike Stilkey.jpg

There is always, always something going on outside the window.

Today is waiting day. People are climbing off the bus and waiting for each other. They wait next to my window because I am next to the bakery. They tap the window and point and cough and wish for summer.

This morning, two old ladies are waiting for their friend who is over in the art gallery.

They look through my window at a biography of Kevin Rudd. One lady speaks, but I can’t hear, she is looking away, across the road.

Her friend answers abruptly.

‘No. No, that is not right.’

She bangs her umbrella tip on the ground three times.

‘He was not right. ‘I will not have that book.’

The other lady sights their friend and gives frantic signals.

The lady with the umbrella is looking through the window, through the reflection and the unusual sunlight, and directly, piercingly, at me.

When they move away, she continues to watch me, all the way past the windows, until completely out of sight.

Thanks a lot, Kevin.

 

Book Painting by Mike Stilkey