‘That’s the peril of talking to strangers – you never know what they’re going to say, or when they will stop. Then I remembered that she had spoken first, unprompted; I had only smiled at her. Smiles can also be perilous. The queue wasn’t moving.’
A seasonal Seán Padraic Birnie story, free at IZD ❄️
A seasonal Seán Padraic Birnie story, free at IZD ❄️
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‘We shuffled forward half a step – less: less a shuffle forward than a lateral movement, to keep warm in the cold. It was very cold. It was only three o’clock but all day it had been overcast, all day it had felt like early evening, and now, in the middle of the afternoon, it was almost nightfall.’
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