Tuesday, August 2, 2016


Luscious-looking red fruit, bursting with sun-ripened juice, but ultimately disappointing in the mouth, as if the taste had been sucked out by the passing traffic.


Well-spoken woman of a certain age, a John Lewis matriarch shepherding two quiet tween boys on the tube out of town. As she stretches out to her bag, a colourful armband tattoo fleetingly emerges from beneath her smart summer top.