Near Covent Garden, the sidewalk grew thick with cheerful people. Angels and whimsical ocean scenes in twinkling lights arched over the streets. Store windows were decked out in holiday décor.
That cancerous fucking cloud stopped no one from living their lives… He would be crouched on the balls of his feet on the sidewalk, pollution filtering mask hanging from one ear, and smoking a cigarette.
In the building at number 15 we would defend ourselves against the fine we were issued the day before for possessing unstamped tickets on the tram.