Nervously, you smile, “Where do I begin?” You say, fingers lace around your coffee cup. 192 more words
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Rita was the kind of old lady people euphemistically call a ‘colourful character’.
She walked the streets of our town pushing an old supermarket shopping trolley draped with carrier bags, leaving lengths of string and elastic bands and the smell of unwashed skin in her wake. 149 more words