The New Friend

Another in the ’99 word’ series; I hope this hasn’t happened to you.


The new friend was sure to arrive on time despite the vagaries of train timetables.

Although no agenda had been agreed other than meals and a comfortable bed, a half formed plan had always lurked in the shadows of his expectant even hopeful mind.

The meal was prepared, a bottle of wine chilling nicely, the bed turned down, the time ticked on.

The morning bought relaxed birdsong and a comfortable feeling, getting milk for cereal, the wine jangled in the fridge door, the cling film covering the salad bowel glinted and speciality bread was used for toast….

for one.The New Friend

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