Free at Last – Dan Patmore 2011
Sat in the pub with a fresh pint in hand, everything became clear. Life was what he could make of it. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t the smartest or the fastest or the most determined guy out there, he was happy with his life’s chips, they were what they were and he was who he was. It was simple.
As his brother went got up to go to the toilet he took one big mouthful of his frothy beer, sighed with satisfaction and left the pub.
The fresh spring air hit him, it was mild tonight. Hands in his pockets he walked down the street, avoiding the underdressed teens with over inflated dreams. He walked until he reached the fields at the edge of town.
As he hopped the fence he discarded his phone and walked. He was free at last.