OUT OF THE DARKNESS an insipid winter sun appears, discharging splinters of yellow light between two blocks of flats overlooking a landfill site. Parked between the misshapen hillocks is the silhouette of a burnt-out, smoking car.
A middle-aged woman hangs out washing before heading out to work. Sodden jeans and a couple of T-shirts appear like ghostly apparitions in the miasmic haze. From way up high, she can see for miles on a good day.
But this is not a good day.
Her senses are triggered. Her eyes itch, her throat constricts; hairs on the back of her neck feel electrified and bristle against the collar of her nurse’s uniform. She turns and faces the wasteland twelve floors below, leans forward on the metal handrail and catches an unpleasant odour: burning rubber and … something else…
No one heard the small red car arrive in the early hours.
No one saw it catch alight and burst into flames.
But, later that day, everyone would be talking about the charred remains of the young woman strapped in the driver’s seat…
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