“Spare some change today Maud?”

Maud was shocked he wasn’t dead yet. She looked up from oat flat white and her plate of sourdough toast, smashed avocado and poached egg, and gave him a self-conscious smile.

Over the last 7 years, she had seen him deteriorate. Gain a black eye. Lose hair. Gain cuts. Lose weight. Gain a limp. Lose his left arm. Gain 50 pence. Lose teeth. Sleeping on the streets shooting up every day will do that to you. Take bites out of you until you are shattered pieces just about held together by rags, used veins, your own stench.