Sunday, 18 December 2011
"Health" said Smith simply. He banged his glass against the man's opposite. It slopped a little and a drop flew into Shelby's face.
The two men downed the amber liquid in one, both shuddering as it 'hit the spot' and the warmth seeped through their tired old bones.
Smith topped them up and they repeated the ritual, silent except for the slosh of liquid and the crash back on the table.
"One for the road?" queried Shelby, a wry smirk on his face.
"I don't think so" said the nurse, whipping away the bottle of cough mixture and hurrying a reluctant Smith back to his own bed further down the ward...
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