55 Fiction: Auld Charlie

‘Something wrong, lass?’
Jane saw a scruffy man standing behind her.
Without thought, she poured on about bills, unemployment and divorce.
Gently smiling and jingling his paper cup.
‘Cheer up lass, Auld Charlie ‘ere is buying ye flowers!’
Jane chuckled, wiped her eyes, took Charlie’s hand and stepped away from the platform edge.

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