Esoterica

Colin parked the Sierra on Clerkenwell Road and walked towards Smithfields Markets. The place was packed with people and animal carcasses. The roads around were crowded with Rascal vans and Japanese estate cars accompanied by a continuous stream of kebab and fried chicken shop owners. He looked at the cows hanging from the big meat hooks. The stench was incredible; a sickening raw flesh type of smell that penetrated every molecule in your body and periodically forced stomach acid up through your throat and into the back of your mouth. He picked up two cows and a pig. After exchanging cash the butcher helped to load the dead animals into the back of the brown Ford. The rear seats had to be folded down so as to make space for the big bodies. The butcher offered to lend some plastic covering to protect the upholstery, but Colin didn't have time for that. Any more delays and it might even be too late.