Fast Fiction: Signs
Some women are deaf to age, as Richard Mallinson’s story reveals.
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We just stood there, way out in the countryside, trying to decide which sign to follow.
The choice was between Kingmouth and Kraston.
'I'm afraid I haven't got a map,' I said.
'I hate maps,' said Wanda.
I didn't know much about Wanda. We'd met an hour or so earlier when I'd been tramping up the track and she'd been resting.
'Would you like a drink of coffee?' she'd said and I'd sat down with her and we'd chatted for a while.
'Well,' I'd said, 'I must get moving.'
'Do you mind if I walk with you?'
And that was that and here we were ..
'I think I'd prefer to head for Kraston,' I said.
'Oh, I don't like the sound of Kraston . .. it's probably an old place, full of old men.'
'Hey,' I said, 'I'm quite old myself.'
'No, you're not... when I say old I mean really old ... about 60. You're nowhere near 60, are you?'
'Well, actually-'
There you are, then. Let's get going ... to Kingmouth.'
