What an Odd Place

It’s not the shop that’s odd, not the bright colour beneath the old grey stones, not even the skeleton in the entrance or the huge nose with glasses. It’s the sticker on the top of the nose I find odd. Who put it there? And why? Nobody can see it or read it. Was it put up before the nose was hoisted up?

I went to my Edinburgh archives from a single day in the wonderful city and of course, it was Debbie’s oddity that provided the impulse.

Odd Square #16