Il Fattorino
/…stepped out of the dark Salford night and into the glaring white fluorescent light of the pizza shop. His mouth watered as the leaned on the counter, eyeing all the photos beside the wall-mounted menu. There was just so much to choose from. In his slightly drunk condition, he was tempted to order a couple of items. Maybe a massive pizza and a tray of donner meat on the…
By Chris Platt
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