At 6pm on this Sunday evening, the regular hawker for the Coat of Arms booth disappeared suddenly leaving nothing but this pile of clothes where he had stood day-in and day-out for weeks. No one saw him go, no one saw where he went.
Strangely, he was back to work the next weekend. I guess the Rapture regurgitated him after finding him not tasty after all.
Cheers.
~KR (Written on 26 June 2011 – one month and 5 days after the Rapture)
