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Dave didn’t want to think about his age, or that in a matter of days he would be sixty. In his head, he was retired anyway. Although, being that generation was a little strange. Old, no he wasn’t, just like an aged whisky.

Someone was crouching behind a car, he could see their shoes under the bumper. I mean it wasn’t the best secret in the world. His wife had spent all day out of the house, while he looked after his granddaughter. Not answering any calls, he was about to take her back, when he got the call.

‘Could you pop down The Anchor, I fancied a drink after tidying the house. We could have a meal as well. We know it is your birthday.’

Removing her in the car seat, he practiced looking surprised. She smiled back at him, none the wiser, than he was. It was great spending the day together. She managed to turn his front room into a rubbish tip, but then his wife could deal with that when she got back.

Now there was a glass with his name on it.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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