He blocks me from pressing the button at the traffic lights on Edward Street. Says he is sorry and that he is hungry- all he wants is a burger. His tongue is raspberry from the slushie in his hand. An icy drink for an icy day. He shows me some coloured paintings on thick card. ‘Would you like one? Five dollars, or six, or seven’ he says. ‘Do you like horses? Here-’ and he hands me a painting of horses with yellow manes, their bodies washed in ochres and splashes of blue.

 

First published in the Tundish Review, Issue 1, 2017