Time to go

A man wakes her up. “Time to go, love”, he says. Helps her dress, hands her a cigarette, already lit. They go out, he takes the bag that has been packed and waiting long ago. They silently walk up the stairs, to the roof, as do the others. Someone cries quietly, child’s sleepy voice asks something. They walk out to the roof, into pre-dawn cold and whine of the turbines. The helicopters are already waiting.

(on Brexit day)

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