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Hear Liz read

                           

                                   real

    ... ‘ did you ever discover

   why you were never invited back?’

 

   the dapper fatherly gent in the Zedel bar

   asked his drinks companion, a  sober suited

   younger man,  maybe a family friend at some time.

   the younger man examined his hands then

   replied nervously ‘no, no, I never did’

   ‘pity, pity,’ the said the older man with empathy

 

   the younger man hesitated, as if

   holding back ‘because I am what I am’

 

   wounded, we walk

 

 

   Liz Callingham