1275psi -> RE: Letters from a Prime Minister (12/4/2015 1:57:47 AM)
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14 Feb Charters Tower Station Margaret stands upright in the sun, her small bag held against her belly, a subconscious action to hide the small but developing bump there She is tired, hot, her legs hurt, and her back does too. But all this is nothing to the seething anger that she tries to suppress. Behind her, her two "companions" stand in the shade of the station, one watching her, the other watching down the road Nothing stirs. the station bakes in the sun, the fields of brown grass and scrub spread endlessly around them. The tracks shimmer, wobble in the heat The train is long gone They have been silent these two men, but implacable Wherever, thinks Margaret, she was meant to go, she was going to go. The Prime Minister!, (the prime ministers son! for gods sake, that young p#$#@k was the Prime Ministers son!) evidently was going to make sure she was no embarrassment to him Well.......better than starving on the streets then...... In the distance, a small car shimmers into view on the road, grows slowly....a beat up ford. A woman is at the wheel, a strange enough sight as it was, yet a woman who Margaret can instantly tell seems born to be behind it, seems familiar ad confident with a great many things. She pulls up in a great cloud of dust, heaves a not inconsiderable frame out. takes the scene on the platform in one look, frowns. She ignores the two men, merely nods...(I have the girl now, thank you gentlemen) They silently tip their hats, gather their bags, and shuffle away The woman advances to Margaret, looks her over. "My name is Sister Susan Blair, and you would be Margaret. I have been charged to help you through your ......situation. You will be looked after, if you behave yourself. You will behave yourself Margaret?" And somehow, it was impossible to say anything else other than "yes" "Good, follow me, the mission is about 30 minutes away, right beside the airfield, do you like aeroplanes margerat?, I do, and I think we are going to see a great many of them soon, the way the Army is tearing up the road..." And just like that, fate sweeps Margaret away.
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