He shouldered and weaved his way into the heart of the arcade, scanning the faces of the staff, looking for Gav.
The woman sank, swaying a little, to the bench at the front of the store. Her features twisted out tears, her cheeks blotched.
Dad parked the car at the top of the hill above the harbour where parking was abundant, and more importantly, free. We climbed out of the Cortina.
The worst thing about being dressed as a dragon is the cumbersome feet.
The doors closed behind him before he could change his mind. With a screech of metal the train pulled away from the platform, heading in the wrong direction.
The lights, the noise, the smell of candy floss and barely concealed vomit tangoing through his nostrils; it all grated on him in an almost unique way.
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