Knock me down with a feather, I got shortlisted with a bit of flash. Thanks to Writers’ HQ and congrats to the other shortlistees and the winners.
This was an unintentionally topical story, written a while back. For those of us of a certain age, demonstrating, even on the streets of London was not always the comfortable, sunny, polite, almost-police-free day out it has been recently. The last 3 marches I’ve been on it has hardly felt worthwhile to start a chant, everyone is having such a lovely time. It was not always like this and I have been on marches like the one in the story when it got quite scary and there were snipers on the roofs.
And I have heard Flamenco rhythms cut right through everything else, so that people knew who is being applauded and why.
So, none of it is true, and all of it is true.
