Flanders meets the High Street
by Jan Jones
Standing in Waitrose at eleven o’clock
All life suspended
One woman reaching for a steak&kidney pie
An old man gripping his wire basket
Me with my trolley as thousands of cheerful, too-fast soldiers
March before my eyes in jerky shades of grey
PALs: joining up together, fighting together
A village wiped out. A community blasted.
The cashiers sit down again
Two minutes of life, gone in the blink of an eye.