Coming through the railway station, an hour ago, I paused to check train times.
Suddenly, there was a small boy in front of me. About four years old, very serious expression on his face. Head tilted right back to look up at me.
“Are you a good man?” he asked.
How do you answer that?
“I hope so,” I replied cautiously, “I try to be.”
He nodded, still serious.
“OK” he said, and skipped off to join his parents.
I've been wondering, since, where on earth that question to a stranger might have come from.
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