All in relief

He mapped out his life with a personal survey of ordnance

“Helps me find the way home,” he said

“In the dark, the scars are like a Braille A to Z”

I asked about street names, but he declined to comment, instead focusing on a new paring knife

“This was from the cutlers in town. I’m going to use it for the side roads. Easier to control, see”

After that night I didn’t see him in the pub. I wonder if he’d only gone in because he was lost?

Amended 19 November 2020

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