The First Table

As he entered the village hall the cloying atmosphere of Chanel, Lancôme, Dior and Poundsavers finest perfumes drowned the light fragrance of his aftershave. Table number four had been allocated to him at the door but on gazing at the curious faces that had all turned to look him over he knew that the first table he wanted most was seven.

The Binmen

The litterbin stood beside the park bench on which three elderly men were sitting. They sat bolt upright looking at their surroundings but seeing little while idle thoughts drifted aimlessly through their minds.