[There is a tremendous amount of choice in the world. Crane finds himself facing the freedom of indulging in a favourite cuisine for lunch. Perhaps he might indulge in black coffee and devour a book. Herman Hesse, James Joyce, Kay Redfield, Melanie Klein. Today he finds himself fancing the work of Sylvia Plath. However, before he arrives at a bistro and steals a seat, he indulges his curiosity elsewhere.
He is standing outside a tailor, doing nothing more suspicious than browsing, when he finds himself approached by a familiar figure.
She might notice his frame is too long for his sleeves. But before he can defend himself - or even say good morning - she interjects with humour.
Disarming. Friendly. He knows the signs. But he keeps himself calm and controlled.]
I was nearly expecting them to brand us like cattle. But I suppose your version works equally well.
[He speaks softly with an agreeable tone. He doesn't elaborate.]
thrifting
He is standing outside a tailor, doing nothing more suspicious than browsing, when he finds himself approached by a familiar figure.
She might notice his frame is too long for his sleeves. But before he can defend himself - or even say good morning - she interjects with humour.
Disarming. Friendly. He knows the signs. But he keeps himself calm and controlled.]
I was nearly expecting them to brand us like cattle. But I suppose your version works equally well.
[He speaks softly with an agreeable tone. He doesn't elaborate.]