SKY

SKY came to the door yesterday.

I opened the door and there stood the man from SKY. He was wearing a jacket with SKY on it and punching details into a little SKY hand-held terminal. Head down he continued to enter my details. I looked beyond him into the snowy street and saw his van with SKY emblazoned across the side.

This was definitely SKY. I looked again at the man who'd rung my doorbell so that I would stop what I was doing (eating porridge) and answer it. He was still silently entering details into his little thing. Punching them in single finger using his stubby little hand. Much time passed. The chill northerly wind swept relentlessly into the hall.

Eventually he looked up. "SKY", he said.