Death
Today, mostly for a bit of exercise, I walked a mile to the "Waitrose" store by the inner city ring road. I made a few purchases - including two jars of Italian roast coffee granules, two bottles of my favoured "Essential Care" shampoo and conditioner and half a dozen eggs. Then I caught a bus home . Almost as soon as I got in I noticed our main kitchen window. It was now smeared or something. It wasn't like that when I left the house. "What's happened to the kitchen window?" I asked Shirley. "Well I heard something hit it. I think it might have been a pigeon." She asked me to look closer and I agreed with her that the ghostly shape seemed to suggest a pigeon's wings and beak and it was just the right size, If a pigeon had flown into the window glass, it was the first time it had happened in the thirty seven years we have lived in this house. "Well was it a pigeon? Did you go outside to look?" "No," said Shirley. ...