Caught in a Thunderstorm

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The Russell Square tube station has always been an amusing spot.

I stood there once, smoking a cigarette.

A typical reveller walked past; carrying heels in her hand, walking testily, clutching a bottle of wine. A rosé, I thought.

I lit another cigarette, thinking of the time when I had tried running up the stairs in the station to prove my fitness after an injury. I lost that wager.

I decided against smoking a cigarette.

My call went unanswered again.

A shaggy old man walked up to me and asked for a light. I decided to smoke one more. The next one followed.

I looked at my watch.

A child and her mother walked out of the station. The mother gave in to the nagging and returned the mask. The child lisped, “The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta; held as a votive, not in vain.”

I took those words back home.

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