![]() ![]() His wrinkles were like the rays of the sun. He was tall, but leant heavily on a walking stick. The old man wore a suit, drab among the tattered clothes around him. But they were gone, part of the shifting feet, the nameless faces all around. Somehow, somewhere, there must be a corner of the world where she’d be safe. Where were the others? They’d brought her here. It was as though the crowd had one voice now, a high-pitched desperate chatter one smell, the smell of panic.īarbara turned frantically. The noise of the demonstration changed abruptly. Someone screamed, then the sound was broken off. The police were moving forward into the crowd, solid-shouldered and purposeful. Was he telling the demonstrators to go away? ![]() Barbara could just glimpse it through the shoulders and the placards up ahead. ![]() All that was left was loneliness and fear. It was as though all her life until now had disappeared. She’d been confused, but that was gone as well. She’d been hungry earlier, a tight knot in her belly but hunger was forgotten now. Barbara tried to hear, but the policeman’s voice was lost in the sway of chants and swing of feet. The crowd smelt of bitumen, excitement, apprehension. ![]()
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