The Piper 10

Not since his wife had left him had anyone outside of the staffroom called him Graham. And that too was changing as the older faces floated away into early retirement or premature death.

Time flew. Time raced by and it was all he could do to hang onto the tails of its dark coat. 

He thought that he had seen everything. He thought that there was nothing out there that could surprise him ever again. The world was a revolving wheel, a Japanese quick-service restaurant that brought the dishes round again and again. As they were sampled, they were renewed. It was a banquet on a wheel. Customers came and customers went. Some tried new foods on a daily basis whilst others stuck to what they knew. Either way, it was a method of presenting people with the illusion of an ever changing, and infinitely diverse menu. Graham had tasted…