FlatofAngles(Part1)

Flat of Angles (Part 1) (口白) - Benedict Cumberbatch

Composed by：Simon Cleary

I hope you enjoy the finally files Late Night Tales selection

Welcome

To the first part of the four part late night tell story Flat of Angles

Written by Simon Cleary and read by me Benedict Cumberbatch

I'll miss you

I'll miss our walks

Trying to pretend we are in perfect step

Out of step now

Sick on the floor

Out of the room

Fenced in trapped

I can still hear the schoolchildren play outside at their usual 10:30

It always used to annoy me as I was trying to sleep

But it doesn't now

It seems alright

A replacement a continuation

Their sound jangles around the room

It sounds so different from where I've been

A party alone

Packed in with others but never feeling so alone

People dance too close

She was there I had only gone because I hoped she would be

I had arrived early as the streetlights were coming on

So I took a long walk around the block

Taking a few extra lefts and rights

Past the Chicken Cottage and the Costcutter

Then along a crescent that arced me out of my way

Past a group of figures huddled under the entrance to the flats

Shielding the flicking lighter from the wind

This area is little more than a traffic island

A triangle around which cars and coaches stream into town up the bleak Old Kent

Or out into Kent and the coasts

The same faces trudge around there for years

“Spare some change please? Much as possible”

“You want to buy some ***”

“Do you have a spare cigarette?”

He always wants one

And that one about *** was not a question

There is a Samaritans office between two severely dilapidated buildings on a black-bricked terrace

It has a thermometer painted on a 10 foot wooden board

Nailed to the outside

There is red paint up to the ￡0 mark

And an ambitious 10 foot higher is written ￡200 000

It never got any warmer there

The Man begging in the corner makes me take a huge detour

When going towards my flat

He looks up with a pitiful stare

That makes me want to kick the misery out of him

His dipit wee cup of unwanted coffee

A child's sleeping bag

JJB sports

A crack a release his poor exhaust

He was lost

The Broadway

The Town Hall such a grand building

All nautical reminiscences here far from water

It would be quite a sight

If you could get far back enough from it to take a look