A Coincidental Reunion

Another good story from Peter 😉

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The doctor’s words slid across his mind, played with his future and settled on the hand in front of him. His hand. “Three months at most”. The words were not ambiguous. He had a period of mobility, and armed with pain killers could cling to normal routine for a while longer: routine, had always been his most loyal companion, his order in an uncertain world: the habits between him and a fear of the chaos somewhere beyond the horizon.

Sixty- three years old and not much to show. A couple of children. Lovely in their own way but gradually estranged by his lack of circumstance. Somewhere in later middle age he had lost his way and now assumed the air of nonchalance so essential to survival in an urban landscape. His career was distinguished by a lack of progress. and his character by a failure to grasp the importance of…

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