Hamish by Eddi Goodwin

Kilt Pin

As usual it takes me ages to wake up properly. I break the surface of consciousness only to sink down again into troubled, hazy dozing. As I drift to and fro I am aware of a figure in the visitor’s chair. Gradually I piece him together. It’s a man. In a skirt. No, a kilt, with a real fur sporran.

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1 comment:

Unknown said...

Moving and amusing at the same time. An original story which leads the reader gently into understanding of what is happening.