Thought of a horrific scene for a horror movie.
A man sits in his comfortable settee at home. It’s dark outside, early evening in winter, raining. Inside the room is warm. The man is bottle feeding a 6 month old baby. The baby is drinking her milk and looking around fascinated by the world around her. When she turns to far the teat of the bottle leaves her mouth. The man looks into the babies eyes smiles and cajoles here back to drinking. Still hungry the baby turns back and finds the teat and begins sucking again. After 30 seconds baby turns away from the teat again. The man googoos and encourages the baby to carry on drinking. But the baby just stares in one direction – over the mans shoulder. She smiles and wiggles her feet. The man “Come on silly beasty, back to your bottle”. The baby continues to stare over the his shoulder. Her smile folds into a frown. The man “What is it…” he turns to follow her gaze.
Cut to wide shot of the something dark menacing and dangerous and terrible.
On my way to work I paused at the W.H. Smiths (newsagents), in Victoria Station, browsing the magazines I was weighing up whether to buy Mobile Home monthly or Performance Bike – the kind of dilemma that often faces a chap of a certain age. As I crouched over magazine rack I saw a member of staff stop a man a few metres outside the shop, on the station concourse. She asked him if he had anything in his bag that he hadn’t paid for. The middle aged man that was smartly dressed- like a commuter, perhaps a business man – said no. The shop lady ask to look in his bag. The man suddenly bolted.
It was like a gazelle that had caught sight of a lion. His demeanour switched in a split second from calm consumer to fleeing prey.
The shop woman turned shouted “Brian” and ran after the shoplifter. A second later a young man – presumably Brian – ran out of the shop and joined the pursuit. I was hoping to see what happened. If cornered how would he respond? Kicking out with his powerful hooves or play dead. I put the Mobile Home monthly back in the rack and wondered towards the tube.
The thing that dreams are made of Pimp that Tunnocks Teacake.