It happened in what appeared to be the most godforsaken of places. Eight lanes of traffic, and during rush hours too [for it had ceased to be the singular ‘hour’ long ago]. A modern autogeddon, separated only by a small patch of white painted crosshatch markings (about 10ft by 4ft) on the tarmacadam between two sets of dual carriageways. Traffic thundered past.

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Andrew Rollinson – January 2021