Pork pie
8 min readFeb 1
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A committed man
As he finally got home the sun was beginning to tease at the skirts of dawn. Another Friday night lock-in and another ‘shift’ done behind the rugby club bar. At his age he wondered how much longer he could keep doing it, not that there was anything to come home for since she’d gone. He regretted now the half eaten pork pie he’d found and finished off when he was clearing up. Famished after eight hours without as much as a bag of…
