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It was, hot- real hot.

 

There had been an argument. Things were simmering down now.

 

A combination of scorching heat and cider counteracted the animosity, it was to hot to hate and I had been too drunk to care. But that was wearing off.

 

We sat, laughing about how stupid the last few weeks had been, though be both knew this truce might be short lived- trying to enjoy the first good time in a long time, drunkenly grasping at straws and my grip was slipping with sobriety and sleepyness.

 

With a rattle of wheels I looked up expecting to see a trolley, perhaps a panhandler pushing his worldly belongings, aged and worn down by life- more fitting for my declining mood?

 

Instead I see this little guy, he's poodling along in a cart, his father chatting away absent mindedly to him while he just soaks in the view.

 

And I realise that it's not all that hard and sometimes, people can take the strain for you, even if you don't appreciate it at the time.

 

His smile falters and the shutter clicks down, I wave. The smile returns and he rolls on past responding quietly to his father.

 

I relax a little, sip my cider and roll another cigarette. Before I light it, I lean in and tell my girl that I love her and plant a kiss on her cheek.

 

She smiles and says;

 

'I know'

Done