Toni Le Busque's stories.

In Tooting High Street, on my way to Primark for a scarf and some crop tops, a woman stops me.
‘Hello darlin’, she says, ‘can I give you this me darlin’?’
She tries to hand me a leaflet, and though I can’t see the title, the dull blues and sad reds let me know it’s got something to do with Jesus.
‘I dont want it,’ I say, ‘I don’t believe in God,’
‘Oh darlin, why?’ she says.
‘Um, because, no offence, it’s just not true,’ I tell her and laugh.
And then she laughs too and we both say bye.