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An excerpt from A PRIMROSE IN NOVEMBER<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The couple managed to squeeze into a small seat on the train just inside the door beneath the fire extinguisher. Across from them sat older three ladies, returning home from a day\u2019s shopping in Portsmouth. Their numerous, multicolored bags crowded the overhead rack. They contained the day\u2019s bounty and proclaimed the various merchants patronized. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Crowded train from Portsmouth to London<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

David and Lyn sat with their backs to the wall nearest the coupling, unable to stuff their suitcases beneath the seat. Lack of space forced them to ride with their legs twisted on top of their luggage. The three ladies facing them droned on in high-pitched tones about their dreadful shopping excursion. Each complained more dramatically than the next.
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\u201cEverything is so pricey.\u201d
\u201cToo dear for most people, don\u2019t you think?\u201d
\u201cAnd the crowds. Every queue is a mile long.\u201d
\u201cIt was never that way when my Albert was alive. It was all so much more peaceful then,\u201d said the lady in the middle. Her gray curls looked frazzled. She wore clear rubber rain boots secured with a strap over one button, protecting her thick black pumps from dampness. \u201cBack then, it was like a holiday for us, you know. Now, it\u2019s all so harried; not at all what it once was.\u201d
\u201cI remember coming down as a young girl,\u201d sang the pudgy, white-haired dear on the right. Her tweed coat was beaded with raindrops while her ankles swelled above her laced, navy blue shoes. \u201cThe town was virtually desolate then, apart from sailors of course. But then one expects a port town to be cluttered with young men in uniforms. We rather fancied them, all clean and well-dressed, tipping their hats and holding the door for a lady. Now, it\u2019s all chocked full of out-of-towners, isn\u2019t it?\u201d she asked in a condescending tone. Her friends assured her she was correct, never thinking of themselves as the offenders as they rode home on the train. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Older laides on a train<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOnce the ferry docks, one never knows what arrives from across the channel, does one?\u201d chimed the third and youngest. David and Lyn exchanged guilty looks. The speaker\u2019s hair dyed honey blonde was ill suited to her years. Her soft white skin flushed red in blotches from the close quarters. Operatically, she continued. \u201cDear me, I\u2019ve lived here all my life and now I feel as if I am being driven off. It is all rather frightening. It was never like this before the war. Oh, no . . . Back then, people were more content with a simple life. Bangers and mash for dinner; maybe gooseberry pie and cream for those special days. Not today though. Oh, no . . . People are eating food they can scarcely pronounce.\u201d
\u201cOr spell,\u201d said the lady with the swollen ankles.
\u201cAnd they way they dress. It\u2019s as if the whole country has run amuck.\u201d
\u201cOh, yes . . .\u201d added the other two in harmony. They all agreed the strange eating habits of an oddly dressed few always preceded social collapse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

David and Lyn sat quietly for most of the ride, their legs cramped as they listened by default. They both smirked as the ladies lamented their sing-song woes. Complete with luggage and straight off the ferry, they were no doubt among the very people who frightened the sweet old dears.
\nBright stations flashed past in the early November darkness. In the overcast evening, the landscape faded to twinkling lights on either side of them. Overhead, the moon raced them to Crosham, shining through a fuzzy web of angel hair clouds. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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