The Anonymous Widower

C Gets Stuck To Me!

When we went to Cardiff, it appeared that I lost one of the return train tickets.  In the end it turned up in the back pocket of my wallet, stuck in there by an old Post-It note.  I was a small one and written on it was an 0208 phone number. The writing appeared familiar at the time and only now, am I sure that it was C’s. In any case it wasn’t like any other of the usual suspects, who might have given me a Post-It note with a phone number on.

So has that note been looking after me, these nearly five years since she died? Who cares? I’m still here!  Even if there is a touch of the just-abouts to it.

August 7, 2012 - Posted by AnonW | World | Death, Widowhood, Writing