He waits here in the market place for her to come back. Back from her shopping. He sees her and shouts out her name. She waves, mouths that she’ll be just a few minutes more. He nods and leans forward a little from the curved metal bench on his stick.
His matching plaid flat cap and jacket are striking.
“Well you’ve got to look your best haven’t you?”
arriving swallows
the dog protection woman
slips me a leaflet
Paul Conneally
MOT Walk
Loughborough Market
May 11th 2017
Burn The Water 