Lizards

FIRST PLACE

I normally leave the surgery at five thirty but my last appointment, Mr George Ellis, hadn’t turned up and I had used the opportunity to catch up on paperwork. Everyone else had left and it was approaching six when I found myself locking up. And George Ellis arrived.

If dictionaries used pictures instead of written descriptions, the word ‘nondescript’ could use a picture of George Ellis. He was a small man, with brown cord trousers, faded grey jacket, and round black glasses. He looked at me with shy, embarrassed eyes.

‘I’m… sorry I’m late, Doctor Gilmour. I haven’t been sleeping and