Earlier this week I was early for an appointment in town so I looked about for somewhere to sit. The early morning sunshine had that lovely autumn tinge and a freshness to the air so I sat me down on the Courthouse steps. I was sitting there singing through a piece of music I'm working on and people walking past on their business when one of the town drunks ambled to a stop in front of me.
(Yes I know some of them, living in the centre of town a while I got to know and enjoy all sorts of irregular people.)
Anyhow he stops and weaves about trying to focus on me and after a minute asks anxiously, 'Are you alright there?'
'Arrah yes, I'm fine thanks. I'm not waiting to go inside if you're concerned.'
'Well that's grand.' And off he ambles...
Dacency en't entirely lost so it isn't.
3 comments:
I love your accent and how you wrote this!!
Ha, ha, good one :-) xxx
Haha, I could hear you say that! Bless his cotton socks!
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