A brief scene. After the Funeral “I fancy a Scotch.” “Now, Dad, you mustn’t go drowning your sorrows,” said Alice. “Are you sure you’re alright tonight? You’re welcome to stay with us.” “Thanks, love. I’ll be fine.” “You don’t want to sit here moping on your own.” He wouldn’t be. Tomorrow he was adopting a … Continue reading What to post when you’ve nothing to post…
