Paul Westgate
a glass of brown ale
I’d seen the couple earlier, at the
chapel.
‘Took him under our wing
like’ the man said.
‘Had him for Sunday dinner
as soon as we found out he lived alone’ the woman added. ‘Proper roast dinner,
once a month regular’ she continued. ‘Thanked us no end of times, said he really
enjoyed it’.
‘Under our wing like’ the
man repeated. ‘Some company for him, something different
like’.
‘He were a nice man’ the
woman concluded.
‘Yes’ I said ‘a very nice
man’.
I didn’t mention the many
friends, the range of interests or that he’d been a life-long
vegetarian.
About the author
Paul is an enthusiastic but sporadic writer. He lives in
Essex and works in London and uses the two train journeys each day
to read books, sleep and, occasionally, to think up stories; sometimes these are
even written.
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