Simon Wilson

An Old Haunt

There are no ashtrays on the tables, and there is a wider selection of cake. Apart from that, very little has changed since the first time we visited on one of our early dates. In contrast to the unchanging nature of the tearoom, my fingers are now twisting with arthritis, and I grudgingly select my cake for its calories, rather than its flavour.

brass glints
in the light of small windows
a snatch of reggae
through the kitchen door
a dish of bitter herbs

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About the Author

Simon Wilson has been a poultry farmer, salesman, antique dealer, gardener, and instructor on a Care Farm. He now works in a coin shop and wishes he had tried harder at school.