Street of Crocodiles 5
I walked into the “Confederation Road Trip Fine Dining Restaurant” in Shelburne shortly after the rain stopped. It was suitably adorned with antique household items [...]
I walked into the “Confederation Road Trip Fine Dining Restaurant” in Shelburne shortly after the rain stopped. It was suitably adorned with antique household items [...]
Now that I knew the identity of the man who purchased “The Street of Crocodiles”, I had to remember the name of the restaurant in [...]
For the next hour after Richard left, I tried to recall the individual who purchased “The Street of Crocodiles”. I had nothing to go on, [...]
The man who was looking for the Bruno Shulz book returned less than a half-hour later. He was still anxious, and his eyes scanned the [...]
“Do you have a copy of ‘The Street of Crocodiles’?“ The speaker was a burly man, full beard, unkempt hair with sad eyes. Melancholic eyes. [...]
The man standing before me was in his mid-sixties, well-tanned, wearing a yellow-striped golf shirt and a baby-blue golf cap. “Do you have any Spumoni?” [...]
If you are passing along Highway 10 in Flesherton, you might observe that the space between the coffee shop and the tattoo parlour has been [...]
The other day a customer came up to me and asked in a hushed tone, “Do you have a copy of a three- volume set [...]
Some of the readers of this post have asked to be kept abreast of any news regarding the customer with the handlebar moustache who went [...]
Sometime last summer, a customer whom I had never seen before, wearing a Blue Jays cap and a handlebar moustache, came into the store. He [...]