[{"node":{"title":"Lingard183","Collections":"Chapter 18","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard183","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Chaos, Destruction","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard183","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard183_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff175\n\nKevin came out of the super market with a heavy bag in either\nhand. The green gorcer's next door was not doing any business today:\nthe window had been smashed and broken glass lay amongst the boxes\nof oranges and apples and carrots. The shop had been looted after\nthe window was broken. Split bananas and squashed tomatoes mingled\nwith s the shiny splinters on the floor. He walked on, came to\nthe newsagents' and tobacconists'. Another shattered window, already\nboarded up. There had been rioting for several hours the previous night. A bunch of teenagers had taken on an army patrol.He had lain awake listening to it, wondering if any minute they would have to get up and dress and leave their home for some safer place. Rubber bullets lay in\nthe gutter and at the side of the pavement. He kicked one aside\nwith his foot.\n\nHe looked out acros the street at the barbed-wire barricades, a\nburnt-out bus turned over on its side, two armoured cars parked close\ntogether with half a dozen soldiers near by, guns held at the ready.\nChaos and destruction. He s was sick, of it. Sick of it.\n\nHe went oncontinued through the streets towards his own one, skirting\npatches of pavement where the paving stones had been lifted. He\nstepped back to let a horde of small screaming children to pass.\nThey brandished home-made guns adn pieces of stick high in the xxxx\nair. Whooping and yelling, on they went. Yelling for blood.\n\nAs he reached the scrapyard he looked sideways through the open\ngate. Mr Kelly was there sifting through junk. Hex glanced up\nat Kevin.\n\n\"Hey, Kevin!\"\n\nKevin stopped.\n","Type":"Text"}}]