‘Tea, Clark?’ Diana smiled at her octogenarian friend. Beside her, Bruce was poring over the newspaper.
Clark nodded and sat down.
‘Lovely day, eh?’
Bruce just grunted.
‘Bruce, don’t you think you’ve been grumpy enough?’ John sat next to Clark.
‘I’m not grumpy.’
‘Of course, you aren’t,’ Barry placed his cane down and sat down with a grimace. ‘Bloody arthritis! Diana, do we have some coffee?’
‘Nope, just tea.’
Barry shrugged, ‘Where’s Arthur?’
John nibbled a scone, ‘Gone swimming, in the sea.’
‘Out of the five of us, he’s the fittest now. Who woulda thought!’
Written for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Please find other entries here. This week’s prompt is from Fatima.