He kept saying it over and
over to himself as he lay in bed: “6”, “0”.
The numbers felt exciting on
his tongue as he said it. 1960 was a new age, and it had just started and
everything was possible.
It was Sunday afternoon and
the sun shone straight into his room, not helping his hangover. He’d just finished
his National Service and the whole decade lay ahead of him. He wanted to go to college, maybe Glasgow
University and study English. But that could wait, at least until his head
stopped hurting.
He turned over carefully and
smiled.
bobby stevenson 2013
photo @ flickriver.com
"Glasgow Tenement by Billy McDonald"
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