On this day, he met a busker, stood transfixed, and then took the coins his mum gave him to drop into the busker’s guitar case.
The scene makes me think about the friendships that can form between the very young and very old – the positive influences each can have on the other.
Imagine your protagonist’s childhood. Who did they meet who helped shape the person they grew into? Alternatively, imagine your character very old – what small person might help them see the world with fresh eyes?
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