EDitorial ± 27-Apr-2015
(my winning entry in the Micro Bookends 1.28 weekly competition having the first word "GEORGE", the last word "DRAGON" and based on that flag photo, and as published on the Micro Bookends website)
George waves away her smoke and reaches for the ketchup. Sunlight bounces off the dog tag but the cat’s seen it all before.
"Mind your uniform, George."
"You know me."
He’s already changed his shirt after tidying last night’s empties and ashtrays.
"I made lunch."
"George, you’re a saint. Your father would be..."
Her fingers trace the familiar embossing on the metal ID hanging from his neck: name, service number, blood group.
Glancing down, George sees his yolk submerged in red gloop.
"Mum, shut up and eat. You know what you’re like if you skip breakfast."