Officially he turns twenty next birthday.
“Not old enough to buy champagne”
He laughed.
Carefully removing his fading birth certificate from a plastic envelope he read:
“DOB: February 29, 1940”
Mom waited until after midnight because “He was special.”
He was her only child; she was right.
Eighty years ago.
John B. Sinclair is a much-travelled Scot who has now returned to Scotland, where he enjoys freelance writing on a variety of subjects.
Enjoyed reading this. Well done!
Lisa
Thank you for your kind comment
Clever stuff. Well done John.
David
Thank you for your kind comment
Very nice, indeed!
Joan
Many thanks for your kind comment