Wednesday 23 May 2012

Eyes cold

On the day: 
22/05/2012 


On the way: 
White-blonde eyebrows stand out, startling against a puffy, puce face, bright ice- blue eyes intense. 
It's not just her face that's puffed up - she"s not a fully fleshed-out two-seater, but easily one-and-a-quarter, her tiny tan- brown handbag perched on one side of her black tracksuited form, a name brand pouch for her personal stereo/mobile phone on the other. But those eyes... 
Thankfully they are trained on her pink fake crocodile skin-clad phone, not burning through my forehead like jets of liquid nitrogen. I keep a low profile. 
Not so two garrulous West African women hollering loudly in French over the heads of their children, one toddler boy, one kindergarten girl, across the width of the bus. The blonde head rises, eyes slowly look up -  the smell of ozone as the air sizzles - and return to their screen. Then a child raises its voice in indignation. 
It takes an instant. The boy's head disappears from its shoulders, his neck seared cold and clean, no mess, no fuss. It wasn't even him.
A mother claps her hand over her daughter's mouth. 
The rest is silence.  


On the pod: 
What You Want - Joe Jackson 


On the front page: 
Offer IVF to women over 40, NHS told

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