My preferred spot was a battered wooden bench covered by remnants of green paint and which had a concrete frame on either side. A police car passed by resembling a giant jam sandwich, and I kept my head down ’til it was gone. I didn’t know what that was about you’d never catch me in blue eyeshadow.Ī group of screeching mothers strolled past, pushing their even louder screaming kids, no doubt making their way to playgroup or a coffee morning. Folks around here followed the trends in magazines and Top of the Pops-now even men were wearing makeup. I’d never seen such an array of colours-some days it seemed people had stepped right off the catwalk. Streaked hair, neon tracksuits, and khaki pants were the current styles. They brought colour to the world around me. The town’s façade may have been dreary, but it was the inhabitants I was waiting to see. Even the graffiti on the walls and shop shutters was black and white the favourite line of the moment was “Thatcher is a…” The local family-run shops were dull and gloomy with their aluminium or wooden doors and faded lettering. I watched the world like this every day, though it rarely changed. This spot was better, longer, and I could watch everyone via the store fronts until they vacated my line of sight. My second-favourite location was outside the library, though I didn’t sit there often with it being opposite the police station. This part of town was my favourite place to people-watch in my hometown of Thorne, as the façade was made entirely from reflective glass.

I watched the world and the townsfolk pass me by from the reflections in the shop windows. In loving memory of Frankie, Wayne and Craig. Resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actualĬover design by: EC Editorial Cover Designs Of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The names,Ĭharacters, places and incidents portrayed in it are the work This novel is entirely a work of fiction. Jacques Von Kat asserts the moral right to be identified as Or distribute it by any other means without permission. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, Scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the Means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording,

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Mirror Man by Jacques Von Kat