Times changing

He sat brooding over his third beer. “When life gives you lemons…” the barman was saying to him, but Allan no longer listened. His life wasn’t just sour — jobless at 27, he was plummeting towards rock bottom.

A rainbow of scarves flew across the bar. People were swaying as John Lennon egged them through loud speakers. “Hello there,” A slender woman with a black bob took the vacant seat next to Allan.

— — —

“See this grandpa!” Peter yelled, nudging Allan out of his reverie. “Someone replied to my Tinder profile.”

Allan smiled. He had found his soul mate at a snack bar.

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