smilyimp

Arthur knew moving was a stupid idea. Yes, it was necessary for his health and all, but he never felt so lonely before. Every day, sitting at the small outdoor cafe table, gazing out at the rolling countryside. There was nowhere else to go, he was in the middle of grassy fields and gravel roads. He was used to the crowded streets of London and he had never thought he would miss the strong odor of petrol and cigarette smoke. Each afternoon he would be back in his seat on the wooden porch with his cup of Earl Grey and a book. Maybe if work was requiring him to do so, he would have some paperwork or his laptop. He wasn't sure what it was about