I remember it like it was yesterday. There she was with an empty glass. The man she was with was more interested in the newspaper. I said, I'm going to the Stone Tavern, you're welcome to join me for a drink. I went out,and before the door closed - she was there behind me. That was forty-two years ago. So I'll bet on Number 42, Empty Glass. And remember always to pay the 2p tax. Then we'll go to the pub and you can have a cola. But shsh ... don't tell Nana. I've got a good feeling about this.
Therese Kinahan
27/5/2022 07:56:04 am
Thank you for your story. Love it! Great imagery. A racing fan too. I look forward to seeing more.
Jenny Logan
27/5/2022 08:45:36 am
What an absolutely delightful story, Alex.
Cindy Patrick
27/5/2022 03:03:00 pm
Fun and warm story, Alex!
Jennifer Duncan
27/5/2022 07:03:27 pm
A man who likes risks, adventure and fun. If Empty Glass doesn't win, there's always another race..
Charlotte
27/5/2022 08:37:48 pm
Love your poetry, wonderful story thankyou
Sue Clayton
28/5/2022 07:13:44 am
Willing Empty Glass to be the first past the winning post.
Alex B
3/6/2022 08:32:58 am
wow I’m kind lost for words I’m sure what say Comments are closed.
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