‘What’s happened?’ Elle says,
then she notices too.
‘This place certainly has
changed,’ Sandra says taking everything in, ‘I’ve been there forty years, I’m
not surprised really.’
There’s a quiet inquisitive
wonder in her voice. I wonder has she swallowed her anger for a moment.
I see a newsstand beyond the edge
of the scorchmark, there’s just a smoking line where the fire was. A small
crowd has gathered around the the newspapers and magazines, but there aren’t
paper magazines. The newsstand is a stall with locked cabinets and TV screens
instead. I see someone purchasing what looks like a memory stick and he slides
it into a tablet device.
The TV screens show the
newspapers I know. The Reader and The Daily Review. I close in on one and
read the date in the top right corner of one of the screens.
‘A little bit longer than forty
years,’ I say.
The date reads 2074.
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