S’help me,” Mary slurred, staggering on the pavement.
“Tch, drunk at ten.” The business-suited man and his wife strutted past.
Again, Mary hauled herself back on the kerb, clinging to a van mirror fumbling for her mobile, the normally clear screen a blur of light, shaking hand stabbing 999.
“Pleesh...” She waved her phone at a stranger, hearing ‘tch’ as he hurried past.
She died on the street that day. Her daughter wrote an obit, with a photo of her mother.
‘Mary Jenkins died of a stroke today because ignorance and prejudice overcame kindness and concern,’ it read.
“Tch, drunk at ten.” The business-suited man and his wife strutted past.
Again, Mary hauled herself back on the kerb, clinging to a van mirror fumbling for her mobile, the normally clear screen a blur of light, shaking hand stabbing 999.
“Pleesh...” She waved her phone at a stranger, hearing ‘tch’ as he hurried past.
She died on the street that day. Her daughter wrote an obit, with a photo of her mother.
‘Mary Jenkins died of a stroke today because ignorance and prejudice overcame kindness and concern,’ it read.
