The rain had stopped and the sky was an ugly shade of grey as Jim wandered down the high street.
He felt his phone vibrate in his trouser pocket. It was a text from his wife. She’d finally left him.
Jim looked down at his phone in disbelief while trying to hold back the tears.
He looked up from the small cracked screen and decided to get something to eat.
As he began to move he stepped in a puddle. The cold water soaked into his shoe and sock.
He wandered down to Tesco and purchased a meal deal consisting of a prawn mayo sandwich, a bag a crisps and a soft drink.
Jim wandered back through the high street and found his way to an empty park.
He sat down on a bench but it was still wet.
He took the sandwich out of the packaging. As he ate a single prawn fell from the sandwich leaving a white streak of mayo down his shirt landing on his trouser leg.
As he opened the bag of crisps a pigeon flew down hoping that Jim would drop some food.
Jim occasionally tossed it a crisp. The pigeon pecked at it then strutted about and cooed.
Jim watched the pigeon enviously.
The pigeon didn’t have to worry about who would clean the mayo from his shirt. The pigeon didn’t have to worry about his shoes, socks, trousers or shirt getting wet. The pigeon didn’t have to worry about his wife leaving him. The pigeons wife would never leave him.
In that moment Jim wished that he were that pigeon.
The bird flew away. It began to rain again.

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