Fate, I thought, had played a hand in my future last weekend when thieves broke into our (rented) car and stole my suit jacket. As the only suit jacket I possessed this was surely divine providence – I was clearly destined never to work in an office again. Creativity, the written word, and my panache for story-telling were clearly my calling, it would be roll-neck sweaters from now on … either that or someone didn’t want me to listen to the Buena Vista Social Club CD that was secreted in the left pocket ever again.
Robbery at St Sebastien
About the Author: Bart Hulley
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