Bottle and Glass

“I suppose that’s it.” Angus shoveled the student exams in his worn satchel, then rammed the cap on the red pen.

“Aye.” I took another sip of the overly hoppy beer. The place still smelled of fresh paint.

“You’ve made plans then?”

I shrugged. Students entered and exited. A bottle shattered behind the bar. Angus bit then chewed his dark bread.

“Oh, off to Corby, I suppose. Visit Mary.”

A young woman laughed at some bloke’s tale.

“Ah, Charlie, you ought to get away. Take a grand trip.”

“Like you?”

Angus rubbed his eyes. “What? No. I’m not leaving Cambridge.”

Photo is copyright Gareth Williams.

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