Posted on December 1, 2021 at 2:15 AM
-You’re not from here, are you? she asks. I sip my tea.
-London. England, I add unnecessarily. Everyone knows where London is. They just don’t know what it is, the nature of the beast. You must inhabit a place for those insights. An aboriginal with a battered pink guitar exits the fish market and lurches past grinning to himself. He looks twice my age: bet he’s younger. The waiter brings the coffee and cake. We’re looking at each other through sunnies and shades, protecting our eyes, circling one another like scorpions in the blistering sand.
-From "Rip it up and start again", first published by Frank Mask (2009), and one of the stories in Mark Piggott's fiction/non-fiction collection "Militant Factions" available in paperback or Kindle from Amazon.