Polaroid #4

Ángel Marroquín

His name was Sean, but all called him Ginger. Ginger was a hard-working and responsible man. Anyway, we left London early that morning and went to the place where we were building a bridge over the M76. Big deal.
We started around 5 am. At 10 am we stopped for a cuppa. I asked the lads for Ginger, but we couldn´t find him.
After a while I saw him coming to us carrying a rabbit in each hand.
Someone said, later on, that he was trying to change them for a pint in the Pub. Nice chap Ginger.

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