Mikiatures 28 - Precious Time

Precious Time
‘What are you reading?’
            Go away!
            ‘What are you reading?’ asked Mick’s tormentor, thumping him on the shoulder.
            Fortunately, he had just put his coffee down. If one thing annoyed Mick, it was not being able to have his breakfast in peace. Just ten minutes a day to himself. Was that such an unreasonable request?
            Mick turned to face his opponent. A fierce-looking lad armed with fists the size of footballs, Dennis was the sort of guy you wanted on your side in a fight. Well, he looked like a Dennis.
            ‘Madrid want to sign—’
            ‘Who’s your team?’ Dennis went straight to the point.
            ‘Manchester.’ Mick had long since given up trying to explain who Wycombe Wanderers were.
            ‘Rooney?’
            ‘That’s right. They say Madrid—’
            ‘Giggs!’
 
As they made their way through United’s squad, Mick found himself warming to his not-so-bright friend. He glanced at his watch. Shit! They would have to leave the Liverpool line-up for another day. Mick longed to give him a few more minutes of his time.
            ‘I have to go,’ Mick said, smiling apologetically.
            ‘Safe journey,’ Dennis replied, shaking Mick’s hand enthusiastically.
           
That all happened an hour ago, but Mick was missing Dennis already.