You remember Wally?
Walter, William’s son? Face like a walrus?
Yea, but lacking the tusks.
Yea, right, but you ever get a good look at his teeth. Rotten worse than a late autumn apple.
That’s the one.
What about him?
That’s his winch over there.
Yea? So where’s his boat?
He took it out one morning and never came home.
Ah, I wondered why I’d not seen him around. You reckon he’s dead?
What’d you think? Just look at that winch, that’s not been used in fifty years.
crispina kemp 
Great conversational piece. I love being able to eavesdrop!
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I don’t very often use that form. Just every so often it calls me
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Love this dialogue. Face like a walrus!
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Had to be a walrus with a name like Wally. And then the rotten teeth (like the rusted teeth on the cogs). It all fitted
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I love this Crispina …💜💜
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Thank you, Willow. A slight move away from my usual style
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Very nicely done 💜💜
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Thank you, Willow ✨
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Very good take.
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Thank you, Sadje 🥰
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You’re very welcome ☺️
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🥰🥰🥰
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💕💕💕
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Haha! Such a vivid description of Mr Walter, I can visualize him.
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All visual associations! 👍😂
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