The green man

It was the day after I came back from holidays. The skyes were grey again and everybody was far away. After lunch I drifted to the High Street and sat down in one of the local pubs.

It was amazing how only one day had passed and I was already feeling trapped. I started sketching the pub - the red confy chairs, the dusty carpet and the maze-like architecture of the place.

An old man sat in front of me with his beer. Like me he was alone. He couldn't keep himself from staring as I finished the drawing.

He finished the beer and grabbed his coat. Came close to me and asked if I was sketching him. I noticed a surprise in his eyes when he saw the little strapped man on the chair.

I couldn't explain how that man was actually me.
He smiled and walked away, slowly, in that typical old man's walk.