A Bus Full of Birds

She gazes out of the window at the grime of the Moscow streets. The bus is crawling. Her fingers twist around the strap of her one, small, battered bag. She opens it again. Yes, the photographs are in there. The squealing metal of the bus makes it sound as if it is singing. Like a bird. Later, they will use these photos to track him down, and when they find him he will set light to his flat. It is hard to say what she is flying from. In this city full of strangers she finds herself sitting in a bus full of birds. She doesn’t know that she is flying full on into the fire.

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With thanks to Akanksha, Joanna and Kabelo for Voices.

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