Susan at Stony River has given us a great picture for Microfiction Monday this week - my story is below.
Some Saturdays, when Tony arrived in the old graveyard, he wished that someone else would come along at the weekends to help him clip back the briars.
This story is definitely one for my father, who liked to put on his oldest clothes at weekends and wander around our suburb clipping back dangerous briars. The late playwright and columnist Hugh Leonard wrote a column about his habit of doing the same thing, which made us wonder if there were middle-aged men all over Dublin spending their free time ensuring that paths were briar-free. Dad wrote to Hugh Leonard to let him know that he wasn't alone and I still have a card - somewhere - that he received back.
When we lived in an apartment block, Dad used to pop out in the evenings and do small odd-jobs in the common areas. He was a marine engineer so no one could complain that he was unqualified to do them, but since no one ever seemed to see him do it, I often wondered if people thought the building was haunted by the ghost of an obsessive-complusive janitor, or if they knew there was someone living there who liked to find practical ways to fill his evenings once the Daily Mirror Quizword was done.