Fiction: The Last Letter by Rowan Coleman

Fiction: The Last Letter by Rowan Coleman

Carl had known Eric for 56 years, a lifetime, he often thought. Eric was the thread that gathered the days of his life together, made them something close to coherent.
They’d met on the 7.54am train into Waterloo.
In those days the majority of the male passengers were wearing bowler hats and carrying brief cases and long umbrellas.
One August morning, Carl had looked out of the train window and said, to no one in particular, “That’s the summer of love, passing us by out there.”
The rest of the carriage had pretended not to hear, but Eric looked up from his paper and said, “Strictly... read more

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