A penny fell behind the till and I went looking for it. During the search I found a dust covered sofa, two dogs and a vagrant’s hideout. The customer I’d served used a ladder in her tights to climb into a hole behind the cash drawer and take the coin. It was a daring robbery and the police found no clues. It was the penny that meant our company went into liquidation, assets were sold and I was knocked to the street. I rode the process of grief for years until I was able to leave the house without anxiety. Rebuilding my life was like untangling knots. It was almost four years to the day when I saw her, snuggled around a pint in the Skinny Dog. Her smile offered to buy me the pub. I shook my head and walked away – she was wearing the same tights.
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