By Brian Maycock
Why is no one interested?
I know I have wear and tear, but flip these on their head and you arrive at character. I’m brimful of character.
I’ve dated a lot but have never made a connection past the need not to be lonely. After years of showing glimpses of my feelings, it’s time to open up and let them spill over.
I’m on display to passersby in a shop window, holding a sign: “Man available, 58, caring, would like to share. Enquire within.” But the shoppers won’t browse; the bargain hunters look for better bargains.
I am such a dummy.
Why was he such a dummy? He just didn’t find a ‘suitable’ one in his life… was he still expecting someone to keep him company, but he didn’t take real action?
I think it’s a play on a store window mannequin – also sometimes called a ‘dummy’…
That was what I was aiming for
I like that play on words at the end and the way you’ve joined loneliness and consumerism in a neat little story. I did feel sorry for the bloke.
Once I’d re-read it, I understood the bit about the dummy/mannequin. Well written, but sad for the protagonist ?
Sorry – I meant to add an ! not a ?