The things we do for love
“ I’m bored!” I kick the edge of our tarpaulin. “Jojo, you knew I was coming to sell necklaces at the market. Why don’t you go for a walk?” “No-one’s buying these though, are they? Maybe you should have strung the stones on chain rather than leather, Tino.” “Look, little bro, leather is cheaper and more hip. We’ll see.” At that moment, a girl carrying takeaway coffees trips over the edge of our tarpaulin and nearly tumbles straight into my lap. I steady her and she looks down to thank me. She is drop dead gorgeous. Light brown curls frame a heart of a face, currently pink with embarrassment. Big blue eyes, with tears on their lashes, look straight at me. She straightens. “I er… must get back.” And she is gone. A group of stupid tourists blocks my view, and I can’t see her. “Tino, did you see her?” “See who? I was just mending this pendant.” “An angel just nearly lands in my lap and you don’t even notice?” “What?” “She was so beautiful, so perfect. She ...