A story in a hundred words
Getting on a bit
Seven o’clock, time to get up. Put on my dressing gown, go downstairs excited. Somebody’s coming today – but who is it? Switch the kettle on. Where’s that bit of paper? Oh yes: Robert. Has he got a girlfriend? Can’t remember. I’d forget my head if it was loose. I’ll ring him, see what time he’s coming. Now where’s the number?
“Robert, is that you? Are you coming today?” He is!
Eleven o’clock: coffee. Wait! Is that somebody at the door? Look round the curtains: a man, don’t know him. Open the door. Who’s this?
“Hello, Mum . . . Mum? It’s me, Robert.”