The Magenta Magnet.
She had left it late to get her order in for tea and the busker was already getting his equipment ready. Luckily she managed to get a small table just above where the Busker called Teddy would be performing. This meant a box office view for a lazy entertained evening. The Greek music was just beginning to pick up pace in the distance and the sound was enriched by laughter and singing, punctuated by the splash of children running and jumping into the water. Teddy was eclectic. His script was... Sign in to see full entry.