Dark Matter

As I looked from the bus window I saw the front of the old man’s newspaper. ‘Scientists looking for Dark Matter’
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I smiled: if they’d only asked me because, you see, I know.

I remember when I was about ten years of age walking up Orwell Road and there was a priest and a cop outside Mrs Salken’s house. As I passed, their voices were carried off in the warm summer air.
“Can we come in Missus? We’re here on a dark matter.”

Seems her boy Jake had fallen in front of the 7.28.

When my grandmother’s brother, Bertie, was taken away – every time I asked why, they would look at the floor or the roof and just say ‘dark matters that don’t concern you’. As far as I can see there is dark matter everywhere, you don’t have to look very far.

Just knock your neighbour’s door.

bobby stevenson 2016