James
The cool damp from the morning has made itself felt, and my bad leg aches abominably. It warmed up nicely with the afternoon, enough to open a window and let the air in. Nonetheless, settled now into my armchair by the hearth, the leg propped on a footstool to bathe in the glow of the flames, I’m comfortable. I don’t want to move.
April is a lovely month, but it still can carry the last kiss of Winter.
Roll on May…
Only a few days now…
A knock from the front door.
Damn…
Who the hell’s that?
The knock repeats.
Ah, f**k it…
And I’m about to go answer when… Michael’s voice. “I’ll get it.”
Footsteps down the hall…
Michael again. “Hi. Were we expecting you?”
Then another voice…
More footsteps, followed by Michael’s head poking around the door. “James, a visitor for you.”
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