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
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"Glasgow Tenement by Billy McDonald"