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The Eternal Seaman

The eternal seaman Coming from the sea, he stayed at a B/B hotel Churchill near the railway station in Liverpool, a handy place for working women to bring their customers, who would come home late blaming overtime at the office. At the hotel was the captain/lieutenant waiting for secondment, he suspected the wait would take some time because the officer had seen a blue angel In Hamburg, The army officer was an expert on the railway system in Germany why the army would like to know this in 1972 when they could buy a timetable, a leaflet that explained it all. He, himself, was a seaman when tired, of confinement on a ship He paid off and spent his money in a small hotel walking around drinking beer and lunching at a Chinese café, usually a curry dish. One can say he was constrained by his lack of imagination. Not that he was unsightly, women smiled at him, he smiled back he walked on, not knowing what to do. He had been a seaman all his life and never found his way home his experience with women involved money, sex without any emotional entanglement. Nearing middle age, he, in the evening, drank with people who meant nothing to him, like the deluded officer and his blue angel. However, lately, he sensed dissatisfaction with his cosy life, like it was coming to an end, perhaps, he will find his way back home.

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