Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Mr X Remembers

James remembers the accident but not as well as he could, the images not quite red, but punctuated by orange. It was Autumn, by the bus stop. Suddenly the glass was broken. The driver had been furious and, aware of the repercussions, had not stayed to find out the true cost. Now it was spring and James felt he could allow optimism to seep back into his life.

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