Tuesday 31 March 2020

Day 94



Chapter Eighteen

Pat entered the King’s Head with its array of interestingly named craft beers. She was surprised to see a half on the table next to the usual white wine. The owner slowly raised the beer to her lips. The retro railway clock chimed two.

The owner of the half-drunk beer look round and smiled. Her long legs, encased in some sort of sloppy training pants, were slung over another wooden chair. She swivelled round.

Who was this? Brownish hair crumpled on top of her head. Little make up, a swipe of mascara and just above the huge polo neck, lips without lipstick.

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