Here is my Christmas story from last year. If you didn’t get the chance to see it then and you have a few minutes on your hands now why not read it and let me know if you enjoyed it, or even if you didn’t. 🙂
The slender man in the donkey jacket and flat cap stamped his feet, the thick soles of his boots grinding and scratching at the frozen pavement beneath. The fingerless gloves on his calloused hands made a dull popping sound as he clapped them together in an effort to keep warm. He’d learned to keep moving between punters when the sharp winter days began to gnaw at his finger tips and anaesthetize his toes. He didn’t mind the cold, it was the wet he hated. No one has their shoes shined in the rain.
Business was brisk; the combination of a hard crust of snow underfoot and the resulting heavy gritting ensured that Larry’s Shoeshine Stand had a steady supply of well-heeled customers looking to put the sparkle back on their footwear.
Merchant Bankers, Solicitors, Accountants and theatre goers were all regular clients at Larry’s, but seldom if ever the young. Why…
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