If he had a watch he could set the time just by looking at them.
At 7pm a car would drop the old man home. She would put the finishing touches on dinner while he bathed and changed. At 8 they would say grace and share a modest dinner. After dinner he would watch the 9pm news while she cleared the table. Sharp at 10 the lights would go out but not before she put a plate of leftover food on the steps for him.
Alan claimed the plate and hobbled back to his bench. Friday was mince pie night.
thecontradictoryoptimist
100words-Over 100stories-More than 100days 
You might mince pie but you don’t mince words.
thank you! If you ever come to India we’ll share some pie 🙂
sweet culmination, you have an instinctive feel for this, btw how many days till the big one o o?
16 to go..
oh and send the pie, why wait till we meet………
I didn’t offer you the pie 😛
but when have I ever waited to be offered?
nevermind…..