Exiting the pub, Derek ignored a homeless man begging outside on the pavement. Friday carry-out curry night, then sex. Whether or not his girlfriend wanted.
The beggar called after him, “Any spare change? For goodwill?”
Turning back, Derek kicked the homeless man three times, hard.
“Goodwill gifts,” Derek chuckled. But turning away, he tripped, landed awkwardly and fractured his ankle.
Derek called for help, but the street was empty, not even the beggar. Finally, the publican himself came outside to help.
“Sounds like you saw Johnny Goodwillie’s ghost. Died of hypothermia 50 years ago. One pint too many, perhaps, Derek?”
The beggar called after him, “Any spare change? For goodwill?”
Turning back, Derek kicked the homeless man three times, hard.
“Goodwill gifts,” Derek chuckled. But turning away, he tripped, landed awkwardly and fractured his ankle.
Derek called for help, but the street was empty, not even the beggar. Finally, the publican himself came outside to help.
“Sounds like you saw Johnny Goodwillie’s ghost. Died of hypothermia 50 years ago. One pint too many, perhaps, Derek?”
