I’d go down to the beach every day and watch him treading water, only his head visible. I didn’t know him. My name for him was Head.
When the doorbell rang, I recognised him at once. “How did you know where to find me?”
“I’ve been watching you,” he said.
David Mark Williams lives in Scotland and writes poetry and short fiction. He has published two poetry collections to date, The Odd Sock Exchange and Papaya Fantasia. See more at davidmarkwilliams.co.uk.
Love the circular nature of this.
Many thanks Beverly. So glad you liked it.
Really fun. Well done. Hope you win by more than a nose, arf! arf!
Many thanks, Brandy. Here’s hoping!
Fun and perfect!
Thanks so much for your positive comments. Made my day!