He doesn’t look like a Peter. I hear him from my flat and I turn up the telly to obliterate the cacophony of swear words invading the street. I wonder if he has Tourette’s, but my neighbour, Nick, says, “No, he’s like that after his injections.”
He pops up frequently; his eyes are playful and unfocused, but I sense the warmth in them so I say hello.
Today I spot him routing through a bin by the bus stop. When he sees me, he looks up and says, “Hello, Miss, have you got a cigarette?”
“No, sorry,” I say.
He smiles.
Methinks, that with all his faults, Peter is probably a pretty likeable guy. Like this story.
Peter is based on a man who lives in my street – he’s very sweet ? Thanks for reading.
He’s based on a man in my street – v sweet guy. Thanks for reading ?
I liked the lack of judgement so you warm to Peter. Nicely written.
Thanks ?
Very nice little bit of social realism. Thanks for this.
Thanks, William.