There’s not much space outside the shop because there are tradesmen out there, and hard at it. Ladders, paint pots, shouting, traffic cones, a hat thrown down, a bottle of coke, one cake tin. Passers by make comments.
‘Good day for it.’
One man crashed through my door backwards, still in conversation with the painter outside.
He said to me, ‘Sorry about the door, you’ll get a new one won’t you!’ His wife looked at him and he went back outside.
On old lady edges around the painter’s van, trying to find a spot to finish her coffee. She says, ‘Don’t mind me.’
People want the sun.
‘A bookshop! Well!’ These two ladies paused to admire me, a miracle. One man bought a book about Mannum to post to his grandkids ‘in the outback’.
The takings for the Strath show tickets are picked up. The lady says, it’s nice out in the sun.
Alan puts his head in to say, G’day mate. (He’s going home for a curry).
My mum brings me a block of chocolate to take home for the family, which I eat here.
The painter is leaning against a post in the sun, shouting into his phone, ‘I’m having a record day, I’ll read it in a minute, just send it again’.
There’s a family stranded in the middle of the road, and a truck showers them with outraged beeps. They all stare as it goes by, and the driver stares down at them. A lady in here says the council should do something about that.
The painter is still shouting into the sunlight, ‘I’m having a record day.”
Artwork by Victor Ngai