The Beacon
“Once, she had sat down on the bottom step of a large house on her way back to college after a late-night walk, overcome with terror and feeling safer huddled against the railing there, and a taxi had slowed and stopped. A woman and a man had got out and while the man had paid the woman had come towards the house. She had stared down at May.
‘What are you doing there?’ But then the man had come up. ‘Poor girl, poor girl, whatever is wrong with you?’ He had been concerned until the woman had said..., ‘No, don’t talk to her, don’t touch her, send her away, send her away.’ But before he could do as he was bid, May had spared him, sensing that he would have to obey the woman, his wife presumably, and be ashamed to do so, and had got up and run away down the road. Glancing back, she had seen his face in the light of the street lamp, looking after her, troubled.
One day she had walked down an alleyway off Fleet Street and, seeing a door ajar, opened it further and found herself looking into one of the newspaper printing works with the machines rolling and the place an inferno of noise.MoreLess
‘What are you doing there?’ But then the man had come up. ‘Poor girl, poor girl, whatever is wrong with you?’ He had been concerned until the woman had said..., ‘No, don’t talk to her, don’t touch her, send her away, send her away.’ But before he could do as he was bid, May had spared him, sensing that he would have to obey the woman, his wife presumably, and be ashamed to do so, and had got up and run away down the road. Glancing back, she had seen his face in the light of the street lamp, looking after her, troubled.
One day she had walked down an alleyway off Fleet Street and, seeing a door ajar, opened it further and found herself looking into one of the newspaper printing works with the machines rolling and the place an inferno of noise.MoreLess
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