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.