He told me society had become so fast paced people couldn’t see outside of themselves.
I told him the good need to be braver than ever for the lost are merely scared.
He smiled a little.
You could be right he said as his thoughts wandered back to his childhood with lock free doors and welcome signs.
His smile was sincere but his eyes had lost all hope.
I watched him pass a cup and saucer to a young girl with four children, they’re lovely he said, so polite and well behaved.
Thank you, she replied, her smile insincere, but her eyes shone with hope.
I watched him for a while as he spoke, made tea, smiled and I wondered whether he knew he was one of the good that needed to be braver than ever.
Karen Hayward ©2016.