Chorus for a Corner Shop
Coughlan's Corner sat at the junction of Cheshire Street and Grimsby Passage, a narrow wedge of a shop where the brickwork sweated even in dry weather and the awning sagged like a half-closed eye. Marlene Coughlan had run it for twenty-eight years, since 1957, when the East End still smelled of the docks and the bombsites were only just filling in with new council estates. She sold milk, bread,...
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