by Roger Noons
a large mug of gardener’s tea
‘Lovely morning, Harold?’
He winced, believing anyone under forty years old
should address him as Mr Roberts. ‘Morning … Jane.’
‘Beautiful day?’ She continued, looking around.
‘I love autumn.’
He grunted; gazed in the direction of the sweet
chestnut at the bottom of his garden, ignoring the leaf-strewn
lawn.
‘My boys like to go to Hasbury Woods, collect
conkers … kick up the leaves.’
He sighed.
‘The colours of autumn leaves,’ she mused. ‘Make
me wish I was a painter, or any sort of artist.’
He nodded. ‘Leaves … yes …’
‘I’m going to collect some, make a flower, well a
leaf arrangement for the table.’
‘Right,’ Harold said, offering his rake. ‘You
start and I’ll go and fetch the wheelbarrow.’
About the author
Roger is one of our regular contributors. His
Slimline Tales was published by Chapeltown Books earlier this year and a short
film has been made of seven of the stories from that volume.
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