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Written by Jaime Campbell
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Friday, 20 April 2007 |
Accident here – Can you help?
This tender sign that waits patiently by the side of the road. You’ll often see it, it seems to follow us around.
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Written by Jaime Campbell
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Friday, 20 April 2007 |
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Holding his breath now in the damp single room of a side-street hotel only a hundred yards or so from the mortar fire, he locked himself in concentration. His mind on single track, focussed, sidelining the blasts outside as he sat poised, holding the bartered scalpel blade over the steam of a kettle boiling over. Ready now. Trembling slightly. His nerves, his fingers like fuses ready to trip, poised to any sudden movement, ready to pull back from any sudden sound. In a dim lit room without heating, in one of the few buildings left standing he folded himself up under the bare 40watt lamp, leaning over the small token table and with the small sterile blade he carefully cut her out of the last photograph. With a little glue and a sterile pair of tweezers he teased her sun-drenched image in amongst the others. Delicately positioning her into the final space right on the edge of the frame as a blast rocked the sidewall, another claiming the street below. Lamps shaking, cries heard, plaster cracking and dust everywhere. Each flake spinning in the half-light like childhood tinsel, falling over the work he wiped preciously clean with his sleeve. The bare white groove on his wedding finger now collecting dust. |
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Written by Jaime Campbell
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Friday, 20 April 2007 |
He stood rooted by the window, an oak of worry now paralysed, stood waiting for those soft almond headlights to just swim around the corner. Ease on into the street.
Their street.
He stood rooted by the window as if tied, wired to the clock like they were twins sharing the agitation. Each extra tick, each extra second firing another charge of worry that bounced back through his every nerve, his every sinew, each additional moment a hymn in length until those two warm headlights would sneak back in around the corner to catch him unaware, finally pulling up to the safe stop below.
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