the grocery/wine shop

The grocery/ wineshop


Once when he lived in Faro (Portugal) and walking about

he came across a grocer shop that was new in 1950.

As window display a packet of washing powder, fossilized

the name of the powder was Blenda, of the same type

 his mother had used and tinned sardines.

He entered and was gripped by the sadness of the shop.

It was bigger than he had thought, barrels of wine, and in

a dark corner, old men sat drinking in silence.

So, it was an unofficial wine shop, a hiding place

for the aged who had resigned to their fate of elderliness.

He had a glass of red wine served by a woman older than the shop.

The wine was surprisingly good. He had another drink

and joined the men in the corner.


◄ the ghost and a child

winner takes all ►


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