**Diary Entry 7th June** “Right then, lads, the fishing can wait,” I decided, grabbing the
The man in the suit paused by the market stall. His gaze, cool yet controlled, settled on the rowdy young lad.
London, winter of 1991. The city stirred beneath a biting cold that seeped deep into the bones.
THE BANK OF THE MAN NOBODY NOTICED Each morning, as the first rays of sunlight gently touched the rooftops
The ambulance arrived in just a few minutes, though to Emily, those moments felt like an eternity.
“Alright, lads, fishing can wait,” decided Victor, snatching up the landing net. “
**The Bench of the Man No One Saw** Each morning, as the first rays of sunlight brushed the rooftops
London, winter of 1991. The city woke to a biting cold that seeped right into your bones. Frost-covered
*Diary Entry* **”If you think I do nothing for you, try living without me!”** That evening
In a snug little café on Burton Street, tucked between ageing red-brick houses and narrow alleyways