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BANDANA MAN 070311

Wellian rang.
‘You at home?’
‘I’m in a shop on Stokes Croft,’ I said. ‘You wanting coffee?’
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But I haven’t got any money.’
‘You want to come up to mine?’
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Shall I meet you there or on Stokes Croft?’
‘Stokes Croft,’ I said. ‘If you walk up I’ll finish here and we’ll go up to mine.’
‘Okay,’ he said.
The man leaning on the counter reading a paper was shooed off by the man serving when I made to pay.
Outside the shop I saw Wellian standing by the lights the other side of the road. I was surprised because he usually walks slowly and I expected to have to wait for him.
Back at mine I made coffee.
‘I’ve just dropped my bike off,’ he said.
‘Who’d you get?’ I said and he said, ‘Bandana Man.’