August 11 Bristol streets return to normal

It's morning. Need more milk. Outside, quiet, good. Watch my step, nothing till the shop. Buy milk, leave. Back home, have breakfast and coffee and fall asleep on the sofa for half an hour.
I wake thinking of Claire, wanting her home safe but sleep soon gets the better of me and I drift off again. Some time later I'm woke again by the sound of the milk man at the door. I consider explaining to him I've already bought the milk for today and then wonder why I didn't leave a note. He's gone by then I assume so I make another coffee and open the curtains.
There's a young woman over the way in a short dress and smudged make up waiting for a bus.
It's still early and I'm starting to come round and think straighter, I watch the dust particles dance in the rays of sunshine that come through the window. So much life all around us. Claire will be home from work in an hour, I'll buy us croissants and orange juice.
Outside the wolves lie where they were slain, the world is so much better in the daylight. Their bodies will be taken away soon, that's not Claire's job though, she's done enough for one night.