I had met him, before his death.
He had come to the embassy, asking advice.
He had not wished to go anywhere politically dangerous.
Quite wise I thought. Sensible chap, in my view.
Just wanted to go and photograph the world, and maybe publish, eventually.
“Living the dream,” he had called it, then laughed. “Spending the kid’s inheritance!”–more laughter.
I quite envied him. Photographic equipment, a laptop, passport and small bag of clothes.
Traveling simply. Some of my duties require me to help those in trouble with local law.
I thought I would probably never need to see him again.
Donald is almost 60, and began writing when he was 54. He is a short and medium story writer, up to 60,000 words. His interests are fiction, politics, environment, alternative energy, poetry, history, peace, and tranquillity. He lives in rural Capricornia, rural Central Queensland, Australia.