Sandwich
She’s hot for you, Granddad, the guy shouted, she’s raring to go. His girlfriend told him to stop, then laughed and fled giggling as he chased her across the beach where I’d slept on sodden cardboard, sucking wine bottles, all week. Later the charity volunteers came by giving out sandwiches. I threw mine in a dustbin once they’d gone. Inside: two slices of brown bread, margarine, chicken, lettuce, several shards of glass, one male human ear, one pair of pink panties.