Acquaintance

I saw an old acquaintance in the supermarket – a
mother of my daughter’s friend – and think we
shared a knowing glance from afar, her just arrived
and me by now heading up towards the ready
meals. When our paths did cross in the third aisle,
I said hello and she returned this greeting, quietly. It
was when we met once more in a couple of aisles
along that I recalled she had died some years ago.
Thirty minutes after this, she and her friend turned
up at the same café where I was having a coffee,
and I did this time – with much love and affection –
ignore her completely.

 

 

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Mike Ferguson
Picture Rupert Loydell

 

 

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