In The Salt Pig, Tarquins ask for sourdough bread - a woman wearing beautiful tweed leafs through a Dorset Life - there are no seats left for the Crossword Gang -
That evening, near an ATM, I see a young beggar, sitting cross legged upon the stained pavement -
His eyes are downcast -
He's nursing a tiny puppy - he's cradled it under his shirt -
There are small coins in the cap before him -
I'm wearing a thick coat, with a keffiyeh wrapped tightly around my neck -
A cold wind shakes the SUVs -
The gentle town becomes a cruel arena -
18.00
Monday 15 February 2016
Wareham
Dorset
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