kambah

i walked around the block, knowing which house was yours. i'd left my barrow behind, not entirely sure why, since it was my excuse for being there. i knocked on the door and he didn't answer, so i walked around the back, i knew the path well. 'excuse me sir, i'm just here to collect your recycling' he looked up at me, glazed eyes. 'i dont have any' says this man with little recognition crossing his face. 'i've come to collect it if you do sir'. 'say', he mutters ' are you any good with flights, here take a look at these i am going away on a business trip' he thrusts a pile of papers in my hands, receipts, itineraries and confirmation emails. this would certainly do for recylcing i thought. 'i myself have a flight today, let me take a look, i can check you in online'. i grasp the papers, searching for information. he's not going in the same direction in me. 'i don't understand sir, your flight is leaving from sydney in 2 hours'. the glazed eyes move to my face, and i see he has no intention of moving. 'it is a 2 hour drive to sydney sir, how ever will you get there in time'. he looks solemnly at the ground. i know what he is thinking. if she was there, he would get there on time.