BOVVER BOOTS: Part 6 (For parts 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5 scroll down)
Tom Murray was late. He had promised to take his girlfriend, Laura, to the cinema, and he was late. His bloody boss had kept him in the office 'til six o' clock and the film started at seven-thirty, He still had to get home and grab something to eat.
Tom stopped in his tracks as he came to the top of Quarry Road. He didn't usually go that way, it was a piss-hole of a place, but if he remembered rightly there was a take-away about halfway down; he could get himself a curry.
Tom turned into Quarry Road. As he walked passed Cathy's Cast-offs, the second-hand shop on the corner, he glanced in the window. His reflection looked back at him; a tall dark-haired twenty-something.
That's when he saw the boots. Black leather Doc Martens: toes slightly scuffed; laces frayed at the ends.
Tom stepped nearer the glass.
Doc Martens. They would be just the ticket for on his motorbike. He noticed a small square of white card poking up out of one of the boots.
Size 10, it read. £5.
Tom's grin widened. Just his size.
He marched over to the door and grasped the handle.