I finished at the gym
and stepped out into one of those dark Scarborough nights that smells
like frost and dry leaves.
I walked through the
empty high street and up towards the bus stop. A man was slumped,
surrounded by bags stuffed with his belongings, in the doorway of the
bank. He noticed me looking at him.
“You couldn't spare a
quid for a coffee could ya?”
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