“Depend on the rabbit’s foot if you will, but remember it didn’t work for the rabbit.” More
They arrived on the eve of the carnival, weaving their way amongst the crowds of flushed faces and hovering for the briefest of moments to cast a curious eye across the cacophony of sugar coated confectionary. The littlest one, a girl of about eight who clutched a rabbits paw against her chest, stopped once to glance at the small hand-penned notice I’d pinned to the trunk of the copper birch that stood proud in the centre of the small town despite its sun torched leaves.
‘For Sale’, it read.
‘One pair of shoes, heel trodden, curled up and wrinkled like owners face. Condition of shoes put down to weight of expectation and over use. Any price accepted, and can deliver. However near, however far away.’...