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The voice from beneath the rubble.

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.The voice from beneath the rubble.

 

A splash of red lipstick finished the look! “Looking good Kate” I sniggered as I stared back at my mirror image and puckered up my lips.   I kicked on my heels and hurriedly threw on my stylish black overcoat.  It was 8 am on Tuesday morning and I had a meeting to attend in the city. I couldn’t afford to be late!

 I hurriedly locked the door to my little house in Canterbury and sped out into the icy winter air.

 What a magnificent day I thought to myself in awe as I peered up at the blue indigo sky. I breathed in deeply and sighed with appreciation, closing my eyes tightly to breathe in the fresh wintery breeze.

 “I’m so blessed to live in such a vibrant and beautiful city” I thought to myself quietly. The wheels of the bus screeched to a halt and I clambered up onto the platform.

 “To the city please” I instructed the bus driver. I passed him my last pieces of loose change and quietly seated myself in the front row of the bus.

 Ten minutes later and the bus came to a halt. “The city Mamm” came the bus driver’s raspy voice “have a nice day” he continued. I hopped off energetically and skipped into hectic city life. Eight fifteen am and I still had time for a quick coffee!

“Hmmm” I questioned myself, “Espresso or Gianni’s? Espresso or Gianni’s? I eventually opted for Espresso which was just across the road and I slumped into the comfort of their funky crimson leather sofa.

 “Latté for one please” I briskly but politely ordered the blonde skinny waitress, I took out my I- pad and began to check my daily e- mails from work.

 Then, out of the blue a loud shudder…I froze in my seat, another Shudder …I froze again.  I looked fearfully around the cafe to scan the situation. It was a powerful earthquake and panic erupted within a matter of seconds.

.I ran out of the café, leaving my I-pad behind as the walls of the city started to crumble around me. “This couldn’t be happening could it”?  I questioned myself as I ran hurriedly down the street and into path of the panic stricken pedestrians.

 Then an eerie quietness … Darkness proceeded …I think I was knocked out for a minute or so.

 I regained awareness, spluttering and coughing the dust away from my blood tasting mouth... I was alive.

 Darkness filled the cramped space that I was trapped in. I could vividly hear the ringing from the ambulance sirens, so loud and animated, but I couldn’t see a thing .I was afraid and confused what the hell should I do next?

 

“Help me”! I hollered, “Please help me” I shouted fearfully. I cried and cried  for what seemed like hours, my throat raw from my continuous yelling, then out of the blackness a voice, a mans voice from beneath me in the rubble.

 “Hi There I’m Sam” came the mans softly spoken voice, “I’m trapped too” he whimpered! “I think I have broken my legs.”

 “Oh no” I replied worryingly “My name is Kate, Kate Barman, I’m pleased to meet you Sam, but not in these circumstances I’m sure”.

 I tried to move position in the tiny space that imprisoned me.   Pain seared through my legs as I twisted my shattered body and tried to catch a glimpse of Sam through the tiny cracks that separated our beings. No such luck, I was well and truly entombed.

 “Please stay awake and don’t fall asleep Sam” I pleaded, “the rescuers are close by and will find us shortly I’m sure.  Keep shouting out, we are certain to be heard in the end”.

 We both yelled out loudly, our deafening cries for help echoing in the darkness of our small isolated tomb. We called out our names, begged for survival, but the rescuers were still too far-off to help us.

 As the pain seared in our wounded and crushed limbs, we chatted and giggled together, we divulged our deepest secrets to each other and expressed our dying wishes. This mysterious man, the voice from beneath the rubble, had suddenly become my closest companion and friend, and I didn’t want him to die!

A period of silence followed…Sam didn’t speak to me again.

 I sobbed hysterically, grief embracing me, my last shards of energy ebbing away. My battered and fragmented body was slowly giving up its fight for survival and I had no means of escape.

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