Trier, not a doer. Listener, not a talker. Movies, not books. Corner seat, hot cuppa tea/stiff peg of rum. Permanent member of the Sitting-on-the-fence group.
How quickly he had forgotten!
It was another balmy evening, like the rest of the month was forecast to be. He asked his friends to gather at their usual watering hole, only this time, he knew he wouldn’t return home with them.