*Despina walks in wind blown, tattered up and damn tiered. She seeks refuse out of the cold, wet windy night.
The pub is busy, loud and full of laughter. Despina sees that there are no available seats...feels concious and weak when some turn and stare.
A stranger in the far corner stands and beckons her his seat. Despina feels relief as she takes what feels like the long walk to the far corner. Ordering a lemonade at the bar, she makes her way to the rustik wooden bench and slumps down......scanning the bar to thank the stranger, he disapears into the shadows. Despina wonders..."was he realy there?"
She pulls a tatty old book from her handbag and begins to read......


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