Urban Theatre

Oh dear, there’s another one;
shaking his head as he overtakes me.
Don’t even know what I’ve done,
but then I rarely do.

Could be me I suppose;
daring to be on the same road as him;
having the audacity to be ahead of him in the queue!
Well, he should be happier now that he’s overtaken me.

No, hold on...
He’s going mad at someone else now;
hmm... traffic lights;
ooooh, they’re getting out!

Lots of finger pointing;
reminds me of some ritualistic dance;
circling;
keeping eye contact;

pushing and shoving!
Ha ha, this is great!
Front row seat.

Suppose I’d better do something...

I’ll get my phone out...
I can film it then!

Come on, come on...
Need more action;
I’m wasting my battery for this!

Wow!!!
They’re wrestling now;
traffic at a stand still;
rolling around the road;
like tumble weed...
backwards and forwards.

A punch!
Not like the movies though;
really sloppy.
The other guy looks like he’s going to cry!

Great!
I feel like I’m back at school!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Ha ha...

Wait a minute;
that guy really looks in trouble now;
think I can see blood;
he’s not moving!

The other one’s getting back in his car;
Looks worried!
Really worried!!!

He’s still not moving!
I wonder if he’s ok?
There’s a crowd forming now;
yeh yeh, everyone’s a medic!

Oh shit...

I...

I think he’s...

Dead!!!