Queen of Pentacles [Reversed]

A Village—DAY

We, the crew and I, that is, are going out on the weekend to help the environmental group with some habitat study. It is a chilly, cold day and we slump on the bus the company has provided.

Once there everyone files out and goes about their business. I find I haven’t been assigned a task. I hadn’t asked for one I suppose. I am used to leading the crew, after all, not assisting. And though, I am now a bit mad to be brought out there for no reason, I am glad to be left to my own devices. Because at heart, I am so damned depressed.

I go the Village green. Up and around a bend in the path I find a quiet picnic table to sit upon and write and smoke.

At the end of the day, I slump again in a bus seat and two girls press into the seat with me. I groan at the bother and turn and sit on the floor, squeezed in front of the seat. But my accosters turn out to be Iris and Mary. Iris says she is sorry about losing me and wants to make up for lost time.

I feel slowly less timid and growing happy, I feel conspicuous on the bus; it is a good feeling.