Cigarette butts
A concrete Mexican. White swans made from tyres. A letterbox with a chain stand. Exotic succulents scattered through the dirt. Cigarette butts. A proud man surveys his garden over a morning coffee squinting through the sunlight and cigarette smoke.
Jim approaches an old Dave. Three waves from the kitchen window.
Needed to see you Dave, says Jim. You were the closest friend to John…I was hoping you might be able to tell me about him. I never knew him…
Got a mirror? Asks Dave dryly.
Why?
Thought it was him coming up the drive…fuck me you’re the spittin image…even sounded like him just then
But I’m nothing like him, Jim fired up
Really? Come in for a cuppa. I’ll show you some photos.
Dave takes a long drag of his ciggie and adds it to the landscaping. The s
