It's come off.
It happens a lot.
The splintered old wicker shopping basket lies on its wheel in the road.
A small loaf,some carrots.Utterly Butterly.
Here let me.
I pick up the little wire wheel.
The rubber is very worn.
So is the owner.
Very small and thin, an old topcoat and headscarf.
A matchstick figure. Fallen off the back of a Lowry.
Where's the nut?
No nut.I havent got a nut.
Tape, sticky tape
I puts sticky tape round my pocket.
I bring it with me.
I'm not sure...
Yes yes, sticky tape,wrap it round.
We put the provisions back in the basket.
Far to go? I ask.
No she says.
Just to the end of the road and round the corner.
No no lovey, thank you very much.
She leaves,steering her basket around the cracks.
The wicker creaks.
I stand watching until she reaches the end of the road.
She turns the corner.
The wheel comes off.