It’s a right the two oldest residence of AuCT had earned. Each day that passed had changed their world and they had stood fast, the one remaining constants. It was a matter of survival. They had done it, others had not. This corner, on this unused road which used to be a passage way for vehicles of so many shapes, sizes and times, was theirs. Their piece of way rock now, and pity rained down on any who would dare to question it. Named Nattie and Katea spelt KaT by those who had named them, they rose with rising shade of the days.
It was routine now, their greeting of the day. They removed their dwelling door without a hint of fear of being bothered, there were no locks to protect them at night because none were ever needed. Locks were bothersome and got in the way, so much easier to get up and get out. There was once a time when those who knew them had said they were foolish. That two, now old, women were easy targets for wanderers and fools who knew no better. The fact of the matter was that it was not them who lived in fear, they had fought the decades for the reputation that surpassed the the boundaries which embraced these remnants of a city which once sprawled across thriving lands. They were mythic. Mind you, there had been that one fool who had made the monumental error of testing that which he had chosen to refer to as rumours. He rested in mythic pieces now.
Out they come, deckchairs, umbrella, basket, guns and knives in hand ready to commence their watch.
Nattie saw it first, “Another one’s been freed KaT,” she commented, a factual delivery of the days first news. This is the way things were now, very different from when they were young when freedom meant something completely different.
KaT paused momentarily in her station preparations just enough so as to look; be all caught up, then she continued her prep stating the obvious, “While theres you go, AuCT done deliver them dreams what those who dares to dreams them wants asked for; Freed at last, shackled brain at least, wonders who gonna make claim?”
And so it was that before any further thoughts of freedom would be permitted, that they attended to their duties; chairs unfolded, umbrella’s open to block the burn some, coffee cups with brew already poured, and for a while at least, to sit and stare at the crumpled mass of young life folded across the way. It was going to be a long day, this they now knew. The conversation had already commenced in silent contemplation, the memories that only the oldest could hold and hope to understand. The contrast of a life that very few could recall, before AuCT, and life now after, immediately summed up when the first passerby who happened to be Joffey, the one who jerked out on Albe Sis, came toe to toe with the body mass, and kicked it out of irritation for being in his way.
Careless, but absolutely no offence to any of the four on that stretch at that time, including the kicked and even his kin… Boy’s now free, dreams been met, dreams sure do leave a mess behind in the streets of AuCT.
“Nat! You knows I thinks I know that one! Ain’t that the one they calls Fib by name, one of GleeMan’s boys… Maybe Skaye will knows him, shebe coming rounds today right? Hope she’s in timeous!” KaT didn’t pause for an answer, having them all already lined up in her head, “Well whoevers he is, we do gots the best seats in the house you know, somebody gotsta to be claiming this clean up soonish”