BYRRD
A tale of the lone and the lonely.

Late Night Routines

Alone Again, Or

The next ferry day Bevin got on the ferry.  She sat in the alcove by herself.  She had a book, I saw her reading when I was descending the ferry gangplank.  I waved but she wasn’t looking at me.  I didn’t expect her to be there when I went on my end of shift round, she was.  I only realised when I had turned at the end of the harbour wall.

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