The man at the bar looked up and sipped his drink before asking ‘
are the flowers for the old lady.’
I nodded nursing my scotch.
‘Don’t make the mistake I did,’ he said getting up to go.
‘They know what you were up to if they see a price tag.’
Floods stopped the train.George heard the announcer explain that buses would now complete the journey. At the station he was one of three-hundred people in monsoon like rain. When buses did arrive George became part of the mob leaving the weak and loaded to struggle.
His descent shocked him.