IRA Attack

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The beam of white light that penetrated the atmosphere brought everyone and everything to a halt. A thunderous noise that seemed to shatter the eardrum ripped through the sky. The aftershock of the explosion had knocked most people off their feet. Consequently chaos followed, but it had not always been this way. Docklands had been a peaceful place. The early stages of development had begun in the areas surrounding the docks, but it still possessed the tranquillity that was appreciated by the residents. Famous for its innovation and stature, Canary Wharf stood proud and firm. Never was it predicted that its foundations would quaver. Laura ran her fingers through her hair. Startled, she felt water trickling down her scalp. She dropped her hand to her lap, surprised as red smeared across her leg. The white linen of her trousers changed into a clear blue denim and she unwillingly felt herself drift into a painful memory. The patch of blood was now much larger and the pain had shifted to her left thigh. She peered at the children's bike that lay crooked on the pavement. Tears filled her eyes but she hastily controlled herself. She did not desire comfort or any nature of attention. She was a nervous child and believed herself too insignificant to concern individuals with her problems. Despite people's comments on her sweet personality and cheery composure, she knew they thought her odd. No one could identify with her and the thought of it drew a lump in her throat. Things were no different now; she was still the same little girl. Painfully returning to reality she noticed that the blood, which covered her palm, intensified and seemed ... ... middle of paper ... ...any potential help. Laura gazed as the fair-haired man staggered down the road away from her. Again she was lying on the floor, too weak to move. She prayed a desperate prayer that the man would see her, but she could feel unconsciousness looming. The weight on her eyelids became unbearable and she could no longer resist the pressure. As they unwillingly sealed, she listened to the sound of approaching sirens. The high clatter of metal upon metal drew her from her sleep. The interior of an ambulance van materialized around her and with a sigh of relief she acknowledged that she had been found. She glanced to her left and was glad to recognise the white-haired man. She muttered something but received no response. A dreary paramedic approached his bed and with an overcast expression, drew a black sheet over his head.

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