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domingo, janeiro 29, 2017

# Elizabeth (4)


(continuation)

A huge blow came at the southern exit of the Saint-Pancras train station. Was such a violent explosion that it made the whole building of the railway terminal shake in such a way that it caused the collapse of part of the structure of this south. The people who were there at the moment, those who had not been the victims of the explosion, rushed to the north, looking for the exit through the door that served her. The chaos settled down with hundreds of people in a panic, screaming, trying to escape from that place. Some fell into confusion, having been trampled underfoot by those who did not walk where they were, in their eagerness to flee.

sábado, janeiro 28, 2017

# Elizabeth (3)


(continuation)

- My name is Philip Joyce, chairman of the jury of the Man Booker Literary Prize. He paused. Elizabeth said nothing. "She participated in the Prize, correct?"
- There is! If there was a phone call that Elizabeth would not expect was the call of the president of the Literary Prize of enormous prestige and where, annually, there are a high number of participants - Yes! Yes! Yes! Hmm ... huh! Yes, I sent my original! She took a deep breath and tried to control the cardiac arrhythmia that had seized her. He was silent.
- Elizabeth! Mrs. Elizabeth White, are you there?
- Yes ... yes! Sorry, I was trying to get back together.
- You know, certainly, because I'm calling you.