Mrs. Higgins smiled, a tight but kind expression, and used her small metal scoop to retrieve a handful of striped lemon drops—the last of the batch. Outside, the streets were shifting. The old terraced houses were slated for demolition, replaced by modern concrete that didn't smell like coal fires and freshly baked bread.
The year was 1950, and the air in the small corner shop on Rotten Row was thick with the scent of boiled sugar, aniseed, and impending change. Mrs. Higgins, whose family had run the shop since her grandfather’s time, adjusted her spectacles, her fingers hovering over the glass jars. 138441.jpg
"Just a ha'penny, please," said a little boy in a coat that was too small for him, pressing his nose against the display case. The old terraced houses were slated for demolition,
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