Well, putting aside my aside about NK there was a man lighting candles around the tomb. I was immediately bored. What did I expect?
‘What are you doing here?’ I asked him.
‘What are you doing here?’ He shot back.
‘I am asking you what are you doing here?’
‘Can’t you see?’
‘Yes, but why are doing that?’ I said pointing.
‘I was bored.’ He answered.
‘It’s disrespectful to the dead.’
‘So what. He is dead.’
‘Did you know him?’ I asked.
‘How the fuck would I know him he died at the Somme.’
‘Whatever… wait… how did you get in?’
He showed me a key in his hand.
‘How did you get in?’
I showed him the cut on my leg.
‘Are you having fun?’
‘What do I look like?’
‘Bored.’
‘Anyway, can you open that gate for me I want to get out.’
‘Don’t you want to know how I got it?’
‘I couldn’t care less, to be honest.’
‘So you won’t report me for being here.’
‘I couldn’t be bothered, to be honest.’
‘Honesty is always appreciated. Here, take it.’ He gave the key to me. I looked at him and before I could say anything he added ‘I have a few of them.’
I got out of the cemetery. An odd way to relieve boredom but then I looked at the cut in my leg. I had a feeling that I would meet him again. Come to think of it, in the candlelight, I couldn’t quite make out what his face looked like and he had a familiar voice.