Smells of Wee

T07764572
A sleepy post office is held up by an unmasked gunman. He doesn't want money and he wouldn't hurt a fly. His campaign for change has failed, and now his best friend has died. Bonded by false teeth, divided by a dangerous banana, united over rubber bands and comforted by their collective loneliness, the queue of ordinary people start to feel safe. But why do Post Offices always smell of wee?

Author

Dani Carbery

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