The restaurant had been chosen with care. Not too expensive or classy, not too downmarket or bland. Most important, the restaurant catered without fuss for a variety of physical differences. This was just as well as my dining companion was physically different and drew curious and hostile looks from some of the diners.
Quetzalcoatl (not his real name) banged his left talon three times on the table in a gesture of appreciation, and switched on his translator.
‘As usual Cyril you have done well in your choice of place and I look forward to the culinary splendours offered in this establishment. Perhaps we could start proceedings with one of the cocktails your world’s so famous for?’ Continue reading “Something Missing by Steve Luckham”