[Last Ford-bye]

He was being too much proud until that moment. But just that morning falled into temptation. Woke up early and reached Corby Road in a dry cold dawn in Sheffield. His warm breathe was hiding his face and it was his only companion too. He turned at the corner and stopped. An old Ford stood…

[Black story]

The best thing I used to do was spit out. I learnt when I was a child and I used to spit out every day. It wasn’t for fun, for sure! It was only for my need. But I was not alone. We were five. Young black guys.  all of us seated in Bond Street…