In the restaurant we are waiting for our fish stew to arrive. Sun beating in through glass.
Watching sparrows squabbling for last bread crumbs.
A grey haired, English couple walk in. He is wearing the same M&S sweat shirt that I bought for Robin a few months ago. Grey and red and navy stripes. The one he is buried in.
It is a month ago today that he died.
The man wearing the same shirt looks so solid and so alive. And such a long way from home.
Here, in the clean blue air where I'm trying to absorb the shock of that day.
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