It had already occurred when I passed by. Though the glass seemed freshly strewn, confetti for a deadly wedding, the obscenities of shock were already evaporating from the air. The benign winking of the police lights – almost gay – and a candy-stripe tongue of hazard tape let pedestrians and motorists alike pass with distracted… Continue reading st george’s road, 7.13pm
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