Writing with your ears [ Part 2 ]
I sat opposite
a very elderly couple.
The gentleman
was recalling
story after story
to a rather
mystified lady.
He told her
about his father,
and his attitude
to work
following WW1.
30 years ago
in Brixton, London
I had a conversation
in a pub,
with a lady
who had been
born in a brothel
in France
during WW1
and was still wearing
her mother's fur coat
that very evening.
40 years ago
I had a drink,
in a pub,
with a father and son.
The father
had been a boy soldier
in the Boer war
in 1900.
As a writer
of micro flash fiction
I am sensing,
ever so slightly,
a shift
in source material!
steve coel
An 11.59 Publication