A great story from Pat Cann, read with style (and props!) at last night’s Seething Writers Make Merry event.
They turned up at the group, the usual suspects. They stood outside the meeting place, hands in pockets, shuffling around, looking shiftily at one another, nodding as a new person joined the troupe.
‘Cold tonight’ one said – the breath blowing out of their mouth like smoke from a steam train.
Of course it was cold, it was December, and it was Surbiton!
The boss turned up, keys in hand, fingerless gloves, and scarf covering half their face. They weren’t sure who it was letting them in, they were confident it was the boss. They nodded in acknowledgment.
‘Cold tonight’ the boss said – obviously, it was December and it was Surbiton.
The room was cold, but they had made a determined effort to meet for the last time. Well, the last time before Christmas that was. The blinds were closed, it afforded them some privacy. The door shut behind…
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