Bus 37 - Shudehill to Eccles
“Not due for her biopsy
scan ‘til next week”
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“Able to go out for an hour
at a time each day...”
A dark lady with a meerkat expression
casts a dark glance at the bloated belly
of the loud-talking man on the phone
before
turning to concentrate on a photo;
the image of a baby, a wrinkled raisin
peers back -
she smiles
The bus hisses and throttles
through Industrial action bottle-
neck
of traffic jam
like the fatigue fogging
my mind
“The doctor thinks the problem with the kidneys
is nothing to do with the eyes”
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“... the kidneys are down by 70%
but he reckons it’s not actually kidney failure...”
Mind wanders,
head jerks forward,
as the bus swerves round
bounds
through just-turning-red light at the roundabout
charging towards Eccles
Interchange.
Catherine Mark
