When all is said and done, no stone left unturned, the three of them lean back on the wooden chairs in the coffee house. Glancing everywhere but at each other, the mood is very sombre. Some tears, some disappointment, something lost forever, something worth saving, something forgotten, something worth remembering, something shattered, something worth repairing, something best buried. They depart one by one, hoping never to see each again….
A snippet from a new short story I am writing, more to come. The Conversation.
Potato Sandwich 