It didn't open till the first cough of October stuttered from him, but, it was magical, a kingdom of roman candels, catherine wheels, whirly pops, Wolf whistlers, comando crackers arranged like coloured candy bars. Lined along corrugated iron walls, easily found in a safe house cellar.
Waiting under pipe smoke for the first arrivals, weeks early for festivities. Stirring preparations for the pitch battles of devil bangers and repeaters that fill the small estates in toxic breath as midget gangs showered their might. Later unveiling the moon bombers amid booster rockets to puncture the cold as the temperatures rise.
Reading the paper, door wide open, artificial blue light like litmus paper, displays an arsenal available to the highest bidder.
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