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A flurry of human noise up ahead.
Whack. Thud. Thud.
Then I was running towards the broken, afraid of what I’d find, but propelled in speed..
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Head resting on the bus window, so I can feel the vibrations singing through my teeth.
The usual sounds of public transport filled to half-capacit..
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Everyone is racist, to differing degrees; we’d agreed on that. Any claims of being ‘colour-blind’ had long been refuted by her argum..
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“Today, in his second week at Number 10, the Prime Minister has announced that Britain may be looking at another fifteen years of the War On Ter..
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Gripping her shoulders earnestly in the porch of her father’s house
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What are you doing? she demands, trying to peel off my fingers.
Liste..
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Reluctant to leave the stuffiness that has been my home for the last three hours, I check the watch and know that I must. I emerge into the semi-dazzl..
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But I don’t want to die today, my brain screams, as I take a step further into their midst.
It’s all too confused and might not even wor..
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As one, we take a few turns down back-alleys between shops, past the city’s main car park, and arrive at a weathered building proclaiming to be ..
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“SHUT IT. NOW.”
Some had turned at the echo of trainer soles slapping on wooden crate; now all eyes were my way.
“Discontent ..
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“Discontent can have VIOLENT CONSEQUENCES,” I repeat. “I am one of them.”
They’re paying less attention now, more of ..
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