Miserable Bastards Part 10
I’m walking back down the road, under the street lights, box of pakora under my arm. The silences, now only broken by the occasional bus rolling down the street. I’m back to the bar, through the old wooden door.
Feeling like Norm.
Bam, Mikey and Frank are sitting at the bar and they give me a shout.
A few folk are at the tables. Getting near closing time
I put the pakora on the table to cheers.
‘These Essies?’ asks Bam.
‘Aye, a gift.’
‘Here’ Frank says, I’ll get ‘them heated up’ and he disappears out back. Coming back with them on a plate heated up with dip.
I’m having a beer and pakora at midnight in the bar.
Tomorrow is a new day.
(c) Paul Andrew Sneddon
