“It was my fault, you were at the crossing and I was in a rush, I didn’t see the car, I pushed through everyone to quickly get across and you fell, I…you’re mum’s right, I shouldn’t come here any more.”
“Pete, that’s gross. why would you say that?”
I imagined the sound in my head: ‘pop’ and it will never fly again.
I was expecting him home an hour ago, his tea’s getting cold.
PaperCrane wrote: I actually thought it was a person in a mental hospital, a mad person going on about a fly...