Crumbs!

Special thanks for the photo to the Anonymous Widower at WordPress

Special thanks for the photo to the Anonymous Widower at WordPress

Vernon consoled himself with some impulse buying... goodness, what is this?

Vernon consoled himself with some impulse buying… goodness, what is this?

Section 68 is getting Mathmystical, edible toroids and municipal triangles. Whatever next.

All in all it felt like a wasted day. Nothing had happened. Lots of nothing. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be offered the only job he’d interviewed for. He didn’t even have so much as a crumb of cultural interest to justify the money he’d expended on the drive to London, just some anecdotal tidbits nobody would believe …eh Victor …Vernon?

Vernon disembarked at Gant’s Hill with a resigned air. Once again noting the peculiar platform furniture as he passed; the lights impersonating inverted plumber’s plungers and wooden benches that reminded him of Toblerone. Finding his way out of the station into the daylight, he consoled himself with a bagel from a place called Golan Bakery in Cranbrook Road. It caught his eye too, this time because it had a queue outside; oh the power of curiosity, he didn’t even like bagels.

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