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Bill's flash
Echoing voices under the high glass atrium, good suits and glossy leather shoes,and the lone Big Issue seller: scruffy beard, missing tooth, cheeky grin. I think of that face, looking down from the bunk, telling me which warder to trust, when to lie low. An old lag - twenty years on me - he'd be 61 now. Yes, it's him. I keep my head down, hurry on. I don't carry small change around these days.
2 comments:
Too close for comfort! Thank you!
Bill x
No idea what you mean (he wasn't wearing a rainbow coloured jumper...) ;)
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