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Thursday, November 10, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 244


When he reached the public call box at the shop-cum-café, for a moment he was filled with hope. He could press the buttons on the phone even if his hands were tied. His hope gave him new energy. He would phone Luigi. Luigi would help him, even if he was still angry with him. He seemed to remember Luigi smiling at him before the nightmare began. Somewhere … where was it? He'd been getting into a car, and Luigi and … Luigi had smiled at him. A sudden mighty surge of happiness filled him. He wasn't alone.
But when he tried to phone he realised that even though he could press the number buttons on the phone he couldn't simultaneously hold the receiver. You needed two hands for that. The bitter irony was too much, and he fell to the floor of the phone both and began to sob. Somewhere down the road he heard the distinctive engine sound of the Volkswagen van. He leaned his head against the perspex side of the phone booth and wept in despair.




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