Walking Backwards.
By Steve Coel.
Our hero figures that if he hangs around by the tube station long enough then it stands to rights that some pretty lady will eventually notice him, like what they see, stop and start chatting to him.
That's what our hero figures anyway.
For, [ if the truth be known ], our hero is genuinely trying to stop the rot of a miserable existence.
Ugly and simple is the unfortunate combination our hero inherits from a bully, he will never meet, who dated his unwilling, frightened and lonely mother briefly at an evening class.
However; after several saturdays standing around outside the tube station, mainly spent chewing his favourite gum and trying to read the free newspaper, our hero is now beginning to think that this particular idea might lack merit.
Yes, he has been spoken to.
Not by pretty ladies.
No.
The PCSO's simply wondered if he was, well, simply lost.
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The hostile newspaper vendor, on the other side of the entrance to the tube station, who keeps telling him to 'fuck off', doesn't really count in his overall estimation of things.
Now our hero decides, [ even though the initial fire has most definitely not been his fault, he'll blame the vendors cigarette and not his ], it best if he goes the long way home. That way he can avoid all the fuss and give himself some time to come up with a new and even better way of meeting some pretty ladies.
Walking Backwards [ Draft ], from Tin Collector [ A selection of Micro Flash Fictions ] by Steve Coel, 2015.
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