there-could-be-a-sting-in-the-tale

  MILDLY BITTER Author's note - I suspect being British or appreciating how Brits behave when the weather suddenly improves as summer pays its annual fleeting visit would help your understanding here. Knowing something about British roads and pubs would also be an asset. ‘Won’t be long.’ He squeezes her arm before leaving. Which way will be quickest? He isn’t familiar with the area so he’s not sure what to do. So he watches for a moment. They seem to know where they’re going. I’ll follow them. Decisive. Confident. Assured. He’ll be there and back in no time. Good plan! Two minutes pass. Progress has been minimal. Is following others such a great idea? From where he is now, maybe the blind are leading the blind. He isn’t moving, this much is painfully obvious. The others are just in front of him, similarly immobile. People are behind him, blocking his exit. He’s stuck. Nothing he can do. He looks up at the sky for wont of something to occupy his precious time. Solid blue. It...