Flash Fiction

Mathilda usually worked the left-hand side of the street. It suited her temperament. On the odd occasion that she had worked on the opposite side something disastrous had happened.

She was, after all, left-handed, and so she discovered after a well aimed kick at a surly punter, left footed. Working the left often didn’t help with the bills, the crawlers preferred the right-hand side. That was just the way it had to be. Mathilda couldn’t see very well from her right eye after an angry punter gouged it out for her.