The Luxury of it All

Behind the fishmonger’s, in the laneway, he taps his toes, drums his fingers, eyes darting in a 180• sweep, up and down the lane, it must be time, here he is, wait, he’s gone. Headfirst into the skip, there it is,  running footsteps .  Got them. What? Oysters, mussels? such luxury.

 

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