There’s a woman sitting, facing me. Staring through me as
she chews her sleeves and moves slightly. Erratically.
One of the many cheap ‘everything you can imagine for almost
nothing’ shops on Walworth Rd, I’m buying a hand blender which I was directed
to after mime and sound effects. The woman
faced the huge opening to the shop asI walked in. There is no doorway in
this place, just a shutter. Her face is a map of scabs and sores. She stands
close, just behind me as I attempt to pay. The cashier, new, is trying to work
out how much the sale is with no price on the box. I tell her three times. As
she does this, the young woman with scabs attempts to sell her a Casio watch.
The cashier laughs when the owner won’t come to price. The young woman laughs a
loud and hearty hollow echo.
