By 11th October 2013Uncategorised

The little paper shop where her Nan bought her ten pence mixtures in a white paper bag was no more. Gone along with the plastic boy out front, who’d held a collection box and had a spaniel at his feet. Beside the Walls ice cream sign made of tin, covered in faded pictures of ice lollies that once made her mouth water, the plastic boy had stood sentinel in all weathers. She’d often been allowed to put a half penny coin inside his box. Where the paper shop had been was now a decelerating lane into the petrol station.’

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