Aug 23, 2022
5 min read
With An Old Friend.
Our Last Conversation.
I met my old friend, as usual, at the inn, a mock-Tudor affair with a thatched roof, nestled at the end of a country lane, surrounded by empty fields. I found him alone in a secluded corner of the bar, looking concerned.
When I had taken my seat opposite him and had a drink in front of me, he suddenly talked.
