“It didn’t cry or make much of any sort of fuss all day, which was amazing really, considering.
After picking the baby up, I’d dawdled at the fag-end of a flea market behind the brand-new football stadium which loomed, vast and shiny as a spaceship, above the tangled heaps of clothes, sad shoes, scuffed plates and naked Barbies on their backs, arms and legs stuck out like marching zombies.
There was nothing there for a baby.”
From ‘Picasso’s Face’– included in the showcase