Fragments Chapter 18 Page 10

His favourite. That Mary had known this and brought it for him.

Right at this moment he was enjoying an experience that she had prepared for him long before they had met last night. In a different place and space. As the chords crashed in his ears, like the waves on the shore, he was gratefully receiving the gift of time travel from his beloved Mary.

They stumbled along holding hands. Drunk on each other. About to enter into the sanctity of eating well and drinking well. Something they both loved to do on a Sunday. Their mutual day of rest. They carefully navigated their way through the small town streets avoiding all of the establishments that would not serve Jessie and made a beeline to Peter’s as it was economically and fairly called.