Pene

Ricardo Pujol Alonso
2n batx. D

Art and family

It was a cold and rainy night. I was soaked wet and because of the thick fog I barely could see what was in front of me. I kept walking until Isaw a bright light across the street. There were many strange noises that night, London isn’t a safe city once the sun fades, so I ran towards the light. When I reached the light, I realized that I wasin front of the Irish pub in which I was supposed to meet my old school friend, Jack R. Robinson.
When I entered the pub, I heard the typical pub noises, a couple of sailors arguing about women,some men at the bar drowning in their self-pity by drinking old scotch whiskey, and two old men smoking through their pipes arguing about the Queen’s duty. The barman was joining the old men’sdiscussion and there was one single man sitting on a table in the corner of the room. He was wearing a bowler hat, an all black suit, and a vibrant red tie and handkerchief by his chest. There he was, Jack wasdrinking a warm cup of the finest Earl Grey tea while he welcomed me with a subtle movement of his hat.
I approached my friend, thinking of which could be the reason to meet in the creepiest partof the city. “Cold night, my friend” said Jack. “And certainly wet, this heavy rain is mostly annoying indeed” I answered to his greeting. “I agree with you, how is your wife Bob? Are your kids doingwell?” asked Jack. “Oh, yes they are doing just fine, a little bit worried about me going out so late in the night, but nevermind, these last months they have been quite silent indeed. And you? Isthere anything I should know?” I asked nervously. I wanted to finish the sooner the better this issue, it’s not like I can’t enjoy a good conversation with a friend, but something in the atmosphere wasn’tfeeling right. “All fine, I am still pursuing my love to art so do not fear about my charm... I wanted to meet you because I have heard some rather interesting rumours about a hobby of yours and I...