A Day Out in Eastbourne
by Alice Jolly
My eyes stray to Smithy. Pick up handkerchief, drop it, search for pocket, identify pocket with other hand, try to pass handkerchief from one hand to the other, let it slip. Just keep your eyes on the road, Peter. The toss of a coin - could have been him, could have been you. I mean Smithy is four years older – seventy five next birthday if I’ve calculated right, but all the same.
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