Len greeted his wife Nan, gone for 2 years but not forgotten. He greeted her every morning, chatted to her at every meal and said goodnight. Len was lonely. His daughter often popped in but his days were long and the nights were quiet.
A retired dock worker, Len’s funds were limited and he wouldn’t search for excitement anyway, he missed his wife and didn’t like to do things alone. The shape of his butt on the worn couch was testament to what he did most days. He would die sad and quietly.…