Orbis

Michael and Susan

By: Orbis (29 Feb 2004, Sunday)

Unabsorbed, Michael gazed at the TV, vaguely following the carnival bright colors of the game but oblivious to the score. Which teams were playing? He was bored. It was Saturday and rain brushed at the window. A murmur of voices from the street idled through the glass, diffuse in the traffic noise. They drew his attention more than the TV and gradually his focus shifted to them, striving to separate male from female, even to catch an essence of what they said. This was not idle neighbor gossip, no. There was earnestness about the voices– instructing, planning, and plotting even. Salesmen! His attention complete, Michael positioned himself so he could observe a small group of individuals standing huddled…