You slept for the best part of a day. You woke to inform me you'd had enough of sitting and being travelled by trains, aircraft, ferries. Now you wanted to do some walking. But eating first. You were hungry. Then you were a bit bashful and added bits about only if it was alright with me- you hadn't even asked if I was working today and what had happened to yesterday? You smiled but there was a question mark hovering over your head as surely as if the cartoonist had just placed it there. I said it would be better than just 'alright', I was on the later shift. Your English was getting rusty. Better than my French and the German I didn't have.
Stephen, Ian, Broad Bay, Kunapipi, 14(1), 1992.