|The Western Front|
Two men sat at a table, freshly-made tea in a pot.
“Who’s coming for lunch?”
“Who’s coming for dinner? A man, a rabbit, a dragon.”
“Here it is, old chap, have a cupper and hold your breath.”
There was a pause.
“So I went fishing this weekend.”
“For a crooked sense of humor. For an icy stone-hard face, for a dangerous predator.”
“Yes, even the cat is in on this.”
“This is a place where people can disappear, old chap.”
They sipped their tea and sat in silence for quite some time.
“It took me ages to find my head, you know.”