UNDISCLOSED #7 - 27th July 2008

It is 11.55pm.
I am dressed in an off the shoulder red party dress with a full skirt.
Tall, elegant black shoes.
My hair is swept up high on my head.
Around my neck is a diamante choker.
In my arms are a dozen red long stemmed roses and a red box of chocolates, the flat box kind with a tray inside containing, also, a dozen chocolates.
I stand at the foot of the staircase leading up to the entrance to the Town Hall.
There are a few people around mainly rushing past. Cars drive by.
A wolf whistle sounds from some direction to my left.
But mostly it is quiet, for the city. It is a Sunday evening.
I start my ascent.
At every third step I leave a rose.
I hear some people behind me. Their tone suggests they are watching and wondering what I am doing.
Again some passer by, a male, yells out some remark I cannot quite catch.
I reach the top of the staircase and turn.
There are a few people peering up from different parts of the street.
There is a bus stop across the road and I can see that there is some curiosity.
I however, have business to attend to.
I sit down and carefully open the box of chocolates on my lap.
I take one out and place it in my mouth.
I write a note on the paper that covers the chocolates
“The last time…”
I slowly start to consume each chocolate and in each ones place I leave a piece of paper with a date…
The dates span over three decades.
Below me some late night revellers look up and cheer and joke.
One young man runs up the stairs and grabs a rose then runs off.
Mostly people are quiet and curious.
I wonder if a security guard will appear and ask me to move on.
So far, so good.
I am down to the last chocolate.
I do not eat this one.
I leave a small note next to it
“This one is for you…”
It is 12.27am
I stand up leaving the box of not quite empty chocolates on the stairs.
Casually I proceed down the stairs and quietly leave the scene.