London, when a young policeman

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Heathrow (But I Didn’t Know That At The Time) ¬©MAIERMOUL

 

One day in the middle of the twentieth century I sat in an old graveyard which had not yet been demolished, in the Kensington area of London, when a young policeman stepped off the path and came over to me.

He was shy and smiling, he might have been coming over the grass to ask me for a game of tennis. He only wanted to know what I was doing but plainly he didn’t like to ask. I told him I was writing a poem, and offered him a sandwich which he refused as he had just had his dinner, himself. He stopped to talk awhile, then he said good-bye, the graves must be very old, and that he wished me good luck and that it was nice to speak to somebody.

That was the last day of a whole chunk of my life but I didn’t know that at the time.

Muriel Spark, Loitering With Intent