Friday, 3 March 2017


Roger Noons

a glass of elderflower wine

I was perusing the New Titles laid out on a table in Waterstones when a man walked by me. I nodded, recognising the driver of a white Insignia from the top of our road. He smiled, no doubt thinking, the silver Golf from around the corner.
    Soon afterwards a woman brushed past. ‘Alan, sorry—’
    ‘Gosh, fancy seeing you here,’ he said, in a loud voice. ‘What a surprise!’
    ‘But …’
    I turned my back, picked up the latest Jo Jo Moyes, a volume of short stories, but still heard.
    ‘I didn’t know you shopped here?’
    She’d obviously received the message. ‘No, usually … it’s my daughter’s birthday tomorrow, thought I’d get her a book token.’
    As I moved away I saw them edging into the alcove headed, History - World History.
    Having paid for my book, I sauntered towards the exit. I noticed my neighbour and his … friend, fingers entwined, bodies pressed against each other, engrossed in Local History.

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