Title: The tall and small
by Dan from Lancashire | in writing, fiction
The mans breath was hot against my face. I could smell something upon it but I couldnâ''t place. Probably fish and chips knowing them coppers.
"So, whatâ''s it going to be?" he asked me.
I could've turned and ran. I should have turned and ran. But me being me I had to have a laugh before I went.
"Up Yours!". It was only in that moment I realised that this mans breath didnâ''t smell like fish. It smelt like blood!
A bar of snickers!
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