Blue jacket, blue trousers and blue trainers. Red hair. (I finally listened to the voice message left on my phone. “I guess you didn't feel like talking the other day.”) I can hear the sound of screeching seagulls outside. The guy in the blue jacket orders a cup of tea. I can’t stop looking at his red hair. It’s an unknown land.
February Fiction (Five)
February Fiction (Five)
February Fiction (Five)
Blue jacket, blue trousers and blue trainers. Red hair. (I finally listened to the voice message left on my phone. “I guess you didn't feel like talking the other day.”) I can hear the sound of screeching seagulls outside. The guy in the blue jacket orders a cup of tea. I can’t stop looking at his red hair. It’s an unknown land.