
Written in response to https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/06/fowc-with-fandango-swept/
He swept the floor, getting rid of all the cobwebs, spring cleaning had started. A bin liner at his feet, all the rubbish in the bin. It was good to have a spring clean, getting rid of the year in one sweep of his broom.
Being alone, there was a benefit in that – he didn’t have to think about any one else. He could watch television when he wanted, pick all the decent channels. When he wanted to sleep in he could, eat when he liked.
Yet, keeping busy worked best.
A knock on the door, and he took the latch off, to see the postman. holding another Amazon package.
‘Hi, how are you today,’ he asked. ‘How is the wife.’
‘Alright, I suppose,’ he said, handing over the package.
The door shut, he was alone again. He looked out of the window, a butterfly hovered in the air, its bright wings shining. It was no good, he needed to get out. As the sun covered his shoulders, he took off his overcoat, strode towards the park.
She always loved feeding the ducks, and the bread was out of date anyway.
‘Hiya, Mr Watts, it’s nice to see you.’
‘Hello Sam, how’s the kids?’
‘Great, although keeping me busy. I was just about to go for a pint, I could do with a chat.’
David grinned. ‘Yes, I would love to.’
The butterfly, settled on a branch, and it flapped out its approval.
Nice.
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