Ten Euro Note

Ten Euro Note The old road into town is only used by walkers now, weird people, who would look out of place anywhere else and Marian Hyde, who writes about alternative lifestyles, in the Guardian. I had found a wallet with a twenty euro note, photos of a posing nude woman, it belonged to someone named Carol. I asked around, they all knew her, a pro who often walked this way. A handmade and of real leather and on and impulse I added a ten euro note and wondered if when I caught up with her she would notice, or was my motive more self serving? I met up with Carol at a road side pub gave her the purse, she opened it counted the money, said nothing, but she was talking to a footballer who wanted to be tennis professional. I walked where I was accosted by a Liverpool comedian who couldn’t stop telling jokes, I soon stopped laughing, smiling and listening, but my disinterest didn’t matter anyway. Carol came out, joined us, she had bought me a beer and was in a good mood, the comedian had fallen asleep, she knew the why of my ten euro note and I knew of her nude pictures.