Old News

Old News As the clock struck seven, a summer evening, outside the town hall, a horse pulling a cart bolted. The driver fell off and broke a leg, a policeman on duty was able to stop the horse and calm it down. In our small inland town this was a big event and many people took their evening walk down to the town hall and stood in groups listening to what the witnesses, two elderly men who spent their time there sometimes doing odd jobs but mostly hung around doing nothing; now for once they had an audience and were treated as equals. News get old and little is as stale as yesterdays´ the driver’s leg mended, the horse was made into glue and tasty salami, no one was interested in what a pair of layabouts had to say, not now that a circus was coming to town.