I pull up to the bumper of an old Ford Fiesta and reverse a little. Open the car door a smidgen, lean out and check that I’m parked inside the bay line. The offside rear tyre is just touching but it’ll be fine.
It’s warm for the end of September.
Students back for the new term stroll in sweatshirts and tees towards and from the University.
Toadstools growing at the base of a sycamore tree.
The first pay-station machine is ‘not in use’ so I walk a hundred yards up the road to the next one. I read the regs and rummage through my pockets for the right change.
the sun and six coins
in my palm