I’ve lived in this street for nearly 11 years now.
I used to see the man sitting on the park bench at the end of the road, he was a big fat man with a gingery beard and his clothes looked like they needed a good wash.
He was there every day, with a faithful dog that could have been Dougal from the Magic Roundabout. The gingery man could have been Father Christmas at the wrong time of year.
Although people passing, would stop and talk to him, they didn’t sit down. I felt sorry, he looked lonely.
The gingery man looked trampish, but there was a day when I noticed that Dougal had had a haircut, which made me smile inside.
Sometimes when I drove by I used to think that one day I would stop and chat to the gingery man and Dougal like others did. Perhaps he would look at me like I was mad, or perhaps not.
It has just hit me - I haven’t seen the gingery man for ages, it’s probably a year, maybe more. I have a sad feeling he has gone forever... I wonder what happened to the dog…..
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