Impatience


Saturday, 4 September

I awoke with a start in the early hours of this morning convinced that I could hear the clicking of horses’ hooves outside my bedroom window. It wasn't the steady, rhythmic sound of a horse passing by, but an intermittent, staccato tapping as though a horse was waiting patiently for its rider on the street outside. The noise sounded so close by that I climbed out of bed and looked out of the window, but there was nothing to be seen. I had forgotten about the incident by the time that I left the flat this morning, but when I opened the front door I noticed a series of white hoof-like marks on the path right outside the door.