H is for Home

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nick3An elderly couple got up and left and the waitress took her time clearing and cleaning their table, taking more journeys to and from the kitchen than was necessary in an attempt to draw out the work. To keep herself occupied, or to quicken the passing of time. He stared into his black coffee and considered what else, after tonight, could possibly bring him back to this place. He hated coming home.

Home is a funny place, isn’t it? In my case, it’s 17 Maple Drive, Taunton. That’s where I hang my hat, as it were, with Samuel and Samantha Smith, decent, regular folk who are kind enough to put out a bowl of milk and the occasional plate of gizzards. But that’s because I know how to play them, melt their hearts by rubbing against them and purring, with that plaintive look in my eyes.

I’ll let you in…

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Author: Sue Ranscht

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