Walker

From the gravestone of Alice - dearly loved wife sleep well - it's a short walk to town past the old boat yard and up the high street to the cafe where the locals meet for Cappuccinos with no chocolate on top before heading up the lane over the mountain - actually a small hill - behind the cricket club and the housing estate until eventually the road runs out at his front door and he must stop and think and remember Alice and the empty space on the sofa, the cold side of the bed and a kitchen meant for two.

Tomorrow he'll buy her flowers before doing the walk again and again and again.