Waiting for an aeroplane
Deep in concentration, the man sat opposite me wearing only a thin shirt, chinos, a few tattoos (visible as old experiences from the Navy), deck shoes; no socks and his ageing heart on his ageing sleeve.
I admired him as he looked up from his book, legs crossed - laid back. He searched the surrounding faces, then opened and flicked through to the back of his Pocket Spanish Dictionary, before beginning again his book from where he had left off.
Me, I just looked straight through him, after all my heart was somewhere else.
Adam Thomas
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