Unpacking English, Bit by Bit
A community for questioning, nitpicking, and debating the quirks and rules of the English language.
Unpacking English, Bit by Bit
A community for questioning, nitpicking, and debating the quirks and rules of the English language.
I was in a tram crossing the Branko’s Bridge when my phone buzzed against my palm like a trapped insect. I’d just finished a double shift at a bakery; my thumbs were dusted with flour, and my mind was foggy from the heat. The screen flickered, then resolved into a face I didn’t recognize.
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The camera panned across a room identical to the photograph. White tiles. Bolted chair. And in the chair, a man. He was emaciated, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in slow motion. An IV drip ran from his arm to a machine that looked like a tangled heart-lung apparatus made of old television parts. I was in a tram crossing the Branko’s
