Sherbet | Alfie Solomons
This is a follow on from ‘Biscuit | Alfie Solomons’
“What about ‘im, pet?”
“Look at him.”
“I am, yeah.”
“No, you’ve got your eyes closed. Look at him, Alf.”
You’d been sat up in bed for a good thirty minutes whilst Alfie snored beside you. His arm flopped over your lap and Biscuit lay across both of your legs. His head rested between them as he looked up to you. He was sad and every time he sighed you swore to God he broke your heart.
He eventually started to move with a grumble as he turned to sit up beside you. His hand wiped at his face trying to brush away sleep before he folded his arms across his chest.
“Right, I’m looking at ‘im, yeah?”
When Alfie spoke Biscuit turned his head ever so slightly, the folds of skin around his eyes lifted and creased at his forehead.
“Something’s the matter, Alf.”
You turned to look up to Alfie and even he looked a little concerned as you both sat in silence for a long moment.
“I know what it is, pet. Obvious, ain’t it?”
“Yeah, it is, right. Lovesick, ain’t he?”