Here’s a flash fiction story about recent events in the UK and my tribute to the victims and the survivors…
When you opened the door, the smell hit you.
Hairspray, different perfumes and nail varnish – so thick and cloying, you had to breathe through your mouth to stop yourself choking.
Louisa knew the drill when she entered the women’s loos at an Ariana Grande gig, though the same applied to Little Mix, Taylor Swift and any other artist with that fanbase. The toilets swirled with chemicals, excitement and high-pitched chatter.
One group sang Ariana’s final song, miming microphones in front of the mirrors.
The toilets were to prove a refuge. Chemicals, laughter, chatter and finally safety from one with murderous intent.
©Emma Baird 2017
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