Daniel Shand

"Here,” said the man, fishing in his pocket. “Look at this.” He pulled out a tiny square of newspaper and unfolded it. It was a page three he’d clipped from the Sun. “What do you think of that?” The picture was destroyed from what looked like years and years of folding and unfolding.

 

I said, “Very good.”

 

He put the picture away. “There’s no pleasing some folk."