I SAW A MOUSE

As I lay in bed drifting in and out of sleep I listened to the radio a man reading ‘Goldfish.’ Thought of going down town for a coffee but instead washed-up a few large plates and some cutlery.

Last night me and two friends came out the pub and I saw a mouse running in the gutter then across the road.
‘Look a mouse,’ I said, ‘I’m going to stamp on it.’
‘No don’t do that that’s horrible.’
‘I wouldn’t really.’
‘Well if you do I’m going to stop you.’
‘I said I won’t.’
‘You said you would.’
‘Yeh, but I said I wouldn’t.’

One of my friends went home on his own. I went back to the other’s house and had a cup of tea and a bowl of cold soup made with vegetables picked from his allotment then rode back to the flats on a bike I’d borrowed earlier that night because mine’s still damaged from the accident I had a week or so ago.