HARRY’S PLACE
Bryony’s nose wrinkled when they entered the shabby café but Albert headed
confidently for a table. The barman flicked a switch and the wall of empty
bottles glowed suddenly with colour. Albert’s hand shook slightly as he touched
one.
“Your Nan and I shared this on our Golden Wedding – we always
came to Harry’s. Saved my life in France, Harry did – kept his hand on that
hole in my chest till the medics came. I thought I was dying but he said we’d
live to be ninety. He never made it, but I’ve come to his place tonight so he knows I did.”
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Thanks to http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ for th photo that prompted this latest in a long line of 100 word stories. Floow the link on her blog to read some of the others from Friday Fictioneers,
