Mind Your Name

First rule my nan gave me about the bridge market: dont tell anyone your name, not even the nice ones, especially not the nice ones. second rule: the market opens every fourth sunday under the canal bridge and if you can see it, it has already decided to let you in, so theres no point pretending you cant. i was eleven the first time i could see it. nan held my wrist the whole way through and i thought it was love. it was not love. it was bookkeeping. she was making sure the market never got to count me as alone.