It seemed like a good idea at the time...

I wasn’t surprised to find I was the only one at the bus stop, few people wanted to catch the last bus to nowhere at the best of times, no one wanted to catch it at this time of night, that was for sure. With a heavy sigh I watched my breath condensate in front of me as the first flurry of winter snow made its presence felt. Glancing along the once proud high street I took in the tired shop fronts with their peeling paint and graffiti besmirched shutters which to all intents and purposes were about as much use as a blindfold covering a dead man’s eyes. Just for a moment I remembered it as it used to be with its traditional shops such as Jack’s the greengrocers, and Mr Marks the newsagent where gran used to treat us to Sherbet lemons and Sugar Mice when we were kids. They were all long gone now, victims of out-of-town shopping and the internet. All that was left, were nail bars, Turkish barbers and takeaways. It wasn’t the same... I shook my head it not being lost on me that the decline