Walter
Walter patted his top pocket, his flat fingers finding the cylinders of the pens that poked out above. He patted his two jacket pockets – pat (left) handkerchief, pat (right) wallet folded flat with one five pound note in it, no more no less. Next the left upper quadrant of his jacket where his inside pocket would bear the square ridged outline of his bus pass. But there was nothing. He stopped, hand in mid-air while the anomaly sank in.He began again. Top pocket. Jacket pockets. Inside pocket. Still no bus pass. He started on his trouser pockets even though … Continue reading Walter