Fzzt?
.
Fzt?
.
Fzzzztttt?
.
FFFZZZSSSSSTTTTTTTT?
.
10
.
(doors slam, feet pound the corridors)
.
Fzzt...
.
9
.
(a phone drops to the floor: hello? hello? can you hear me? hello?)
.
Fzzztt...
.
8
.
(a panicked foot crushes the phone: hello? he-)
.
Fzzzzzttt...
.
7
.
(distant sirens, children wail)
.
FFzzzzzzttttTT....
.
6
.
(A frantic knocking, a muffled cry: help me, I can't get out.)
.
FFFzzzzzzttttTTTT....
.
5
.
(Please, I'm locked in. Isn't anyone there?)
.
FFFFZzzzzztttttTTTTT....
.
4
.
(Oh God, please, please, is anyone there?)
.
FFFFFFFZZZZZzzztttTTTTTTTT....
.
3
.
(A woman screams, the banging on the door is desperate, a body slamming against unyielding wood)
.
FFFFFFFFFZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTT...
.
2
.
(A woman is screaming: Oh God, this is it, tell my mother I - )
.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
.
1
.
(A single beating heart, pounding in your ears.)
.
.
.
Bing.
.
.
.
(A woman faints.)
Why I wrote Disraeli Avenue for charity
-
The houses on Disraeli Avenue all looked the same, the same shape, the same
size but behind each coloured front door there was a story, a secret, a
need....
10 years ago
1 comment:
But I thought DK was a nice Kettle ...
oh my.
x
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