The couple turned the corner out of sight. The man with the woollen hat and untidy jeans walked towards a car parked in one of the bays facing the Square. He climbed inside and started the ignition. As the man drove away, Adam turned his head to scan the Parade. His eyes skimmed the familiar shop frontages, with their neat, inviting windows, and their immaculately painted doors.
No one ever got round to opening that bookshop, he mused wryly. Missed opportunity.
No one ever got round to opening that bookshopMissed opportunity.Those that weren’t already closed soon would be, before the early evening folded into night. The patient hours would tick along, waiting for the sun to rise again, and the doors to be unlocked. Somehow, almost by reflex, his eyes fell on the one shop whose door he kn
