I sat at the supermarket, minding all the groceries while Damjan dashed into the store to buy eggs.
A man was walking down the street. He bent down and picked something up. A flash of white — I think it was a cigarette. Why is he picking up a cigarette butt?
He put the scrap in his mouth.
Ah, now I see, he’s a bit scruffy and chewing old cigarettes from the ground. What we have here is a strange person.
He walked straight up to me and stopped.
‘Mumble mumble…’ He peered at me closely.
‘Sorry, what did you say?’ I asked.
‘Do you want a hug?’ he said more distinctly.
‘No, thank you.’
So he shuffled past.
Poor chap! You shouldve given him some sugar!
All I had was celery 🙂