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The Grafters<\/strong><\/p>\n I’ve followed you for two hours.<\/p>\n Across windswept beaches and deserted construction sites. Over highways where cars honk and zip past and across amusement parks burdened with people and noise.<\/p>\n I will have my man.<\/p>\n You scurry into a club on 6th with neon lights and a queue of impatient carousers outside.<\/p>\n And the suited, booted muscle on the door, END<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Chris Boyd<\/strong> is 29 years old and originally from Chesterfield. He used to be in a band that no one listened to and then did some stand-up comedy that no one laughed at. He now writes short stories and is feeling marginally more optimistic.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Grafters I’ve followed you for two hours. Across windswept beaches and deserted construction sites. Through dark alleyways and smoky late-night cabaret bars. Over highways where cars honk and zip past and across amusement parks burdened with people and noise. I will have my man. You scurry into a club on 6th […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5049","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5049","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5049"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5049\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5051,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5049\/revisions\/5051"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5049"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5049"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5049"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThrough dark alleyways and smoky late-night cabaret bars.<\/p>\n
\nreplaces the slack red rope, looks me up and down and says:
\n“Sorry mate. No trainers, no jeans. You’re not coming in with those on.”<\/p>\n