S. K. Nicholas

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9.49 pm. I’m eating dinner and watching TV sat on a crusty old bean bag. Was supposed to go out and buy a settee at some point. It’s on my list of things to do, but nothing on the list excites me. In fact, I don’t even know where the list is anymore, and I’m in no hurry to find it. So here I am with a microwaveable meal in my lap and a pack of beer by my side to keep me company as the rain continues to fall just as it’s done all week. It never seems to end. Looking through the window, it eases my aching soul, and yet what I wouldn’t give for a slice of sunshine. Sipping a beer, it’s not long before my mind begins to wander. There have been women, but they left the same as everyone else. I’m a tricky individual to…

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