Ambling About

Ambling About. On my Sunday afternoon stroll I was overtaken by a lady who walked fast, but her winter coat belonged to a much older person. I guessed the lady was around forty, perhaps older never saw her face. she came fast upon me could have stuck a knife in my back., This worried me and I decided to always keep a fork in my back pocket. Where the road bends she disappeared, but I saw her coat hanging on the branch of a carob tree. I took the coat down, it was still warm, wondered where the lady had gone. She came out from some bushes with a toilet roll in her hand. I said. "thought someone had stolen it, " helped her to put it on. I sneezed and she gave me a sheet of the roll, to blow my nose. Nothing more was said and she walked so much fast than me - middle class lady who went to the gym- She was around fifty, it would have been nice to have had sex with her under the heavy leaved tree- bird song and fluttering butterflies-, but I knew at my age I was never going to screw anyone that young again.