I imagined the armchair without him ...

My dad wasn't himself today - 

He walked with tiny desperate steps across the lounge - 

I'm not going to church he said - I'm not going anywhere - 

He sat in his armchair, head in his hands - 

Pity and love filled my heart - 

I imagined the armchair without him, the newspaper unread, the book unopened - 

10.00

Sunday 14 August 2016

Staunton Road

Havant