20181216

Day 1,562

The shops were so crowded we could barely breathe and death walked among us.


He was a cloud of grey smoke lingering by an elderly man who was trying to reach a tin of peaches.

He was a sales assistant mopping the floor by a pyramid of wine bottles.

He was perched on a flickering desk light in a model living room.


We were lucky enough to avoid his attention that day but he still brought people back with him.


The elderly man knocked the tinned peaches over and it rolled onto his granddaughter's head.

A passerby ran to get help, slipped on the wet floor and met the bottom of the bottles in a short, sharp end.

Someone saw it all and collapsed from the shock, hand brushing the light's exposed wires as they fainted.

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