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Moustache
ОглавлениеThere was an explosion.
Frank had been walking to the job centre. To get there, Frank would usually leave his house and stay on that side of the street for ten minutes, walking past the tenements, past the community centre and the factory. Then there would be more tenements, and when he reached those, he’d cross over to the job centre.
It was when he reached the factory that the explosion happened.
When it happened, in that first instant, he didn’t know that it was an explosion. He didn’t know if it was something that had happened inside him, like a heart attack or a stroke, or something that had happened outside his body, out in the open. Whatever it was, the combination of the sound and the force made him fall on his side and bang his head on the ground.
His eyes were shut and his ears were ringing. He couldn’t see or hear anything, but he could smell dust. It reminded him of whenever he walked past the flats over in Finnieston, the ones that were being demolished, and the dust that blew onto the street. The smell told him that the thing that had happened hadn’t just happened to him, it was no heart attack. He knew that when he opened his eyes, he was going to see something.
He opened them slowly and narrowly, so that the dust he could smell wouldn’t go in his eyes.
He looked in front of him. Through the dust he could see that it was like half the factory and the surrounding tenements were lying on the road. There were twisted sheets of corrugated iron, there was broken glass and broken window frames. Strewn across the road were building bricks from the factory, and large blocks of sandstone from the tenements. The scene looked like a sandcastle that had been kicked across a beach.
There had been an explosion at the factory.
Frank checked himself, his arms and legs, and saw they were intact. He looked towards the rubble in front of him, and waited for the dust to clear.
It was quiet. He thought he had been deafened, but he realised he wasn’t when he heard the first scream. People had been shocked into silence. But after the first scream, others began to follow.
There was a rumble, then the sound of something crashing to the ground, either a building or part of one. People screamed and shouted again. A mix of women and men.
Frank looked at his arms and legs again and gave them a squeeze, to double check that they were fine. When he was sure that they were, he got to his feet, and began to walk diagonally across the road.
A few people ran past him, some heading the way he was heading, and some heading back the way he came. A guy in his forties, around the same age as Frank, emerged from the dust. He had blood on his head. He stopped to look Frank up and down, then he rubbed his eyes and carried on walking.
Frank walked forward towards the sounds of people shouting, people speaking, or the sound of anything moving, anything that sounded like it was being moved by somebody trying to free themselves from the disaster.
He heard the sound of a female voice, and he began jogging towards it. He found a woman lying underneath one of the sheets of corrugated iron. She was wearing a blue coat, that was either light blue or looked light blue because of the dust. The sheet she was under didn’t look like it had either hurt her or pinned her down. She was crawling away from underneath it.
Then he heard a boy’s voice, groaning.
Frank looked towards the direction of the voice, then looked at the woman. She looked like she’d be able to sort herself out, but he’d come back after finding the boy.
He ran towards the boy’s groaning until he found him. He was with another boy. Both of them looked around 12. They were on the ground at opposite ends from each other, like when two boys of that age share a bed but don’t want to be face to face.
One was sitting up, and the other was leaning on an elbow, as both of them pushed away the broken wood that had landed on their legs.
Frank could see that they were both able to move their legs and feet. One was smiling. The other was in pain, but judging by his face, it looked like the pain was nothing much, on a par with grazing a knee or banging a shin.
He was about to head back to the woman when he heard panting.
It was the sound of a man in a lot of pain, breathing through his teeth, quickly. Then it stopped, then started again.
It came from the right, towards the factory. Looking in that direction, Frank could see a flashing yellow light, which he thought was the light from a fire engine or some other emergency service. But then he saw that the yellow light was coming from flames. Through the dust, he could see that the factory was on fire.
Frank walked in that direction slowly. There was more rubble. It became higher, and the dust cloud was thicker.
‘Hello?’ shouted Frank. But the man didn’t shout back, he only panted and coughed.
Frank walked towards the sound, until he saw a hand sticking out from the rubble. Then he saw the guy’s legs. They were trapped, but in a far worse way than the boys. The legs were underneath a short but heavy-looking beam of wood, and they looked broken. One of the legs was bent in the wrong direction at the knee.
He followed the legs with his eyes to try and find the guy’s face. He heard the panting again. They were short breaths. The breaths of a man trapped under the weight of the rubble, making every breath an effort.
He leaned over and began to lift one of the rocks away from the rubble, but then stopped when he saw that the guy was one of those guys with the funny moustaches. The type of moustache that curled up at the side like Poirot or an old-fashioned boxer.
Frank liked people like that, usually, these cartoony types with their funny moustaches or big beards or bow ties, the ones that treated life like it was one big fancy-dress party.
But now wasn’t the time. There had been an explosion, and people needed help.
He put the rock back down and ran back to the woman from before, to make sure she had got out from beneath the corrugated iron.
He found her as she was getting to her feet with the help of another man who was taking her arm. Frank took her other arm.
‘Thanks,’ she said. ‘My God, what happened? What was it?’
‘It was that factory,’ said Frank, pointing towards the flames. ‘There was a factory there.’
The other guy spoke to Frank. ‘Is there anybody else?’ he asked. ‘Back there?’
‘Aye,’ said Frank. ‘There were a couple of boys over this way.’
Frank and the other guy guided the woman to the pavement at the other side of the road, then they rushed back onto the road to help the boys.
One of the boys was already on his feet. His denims were ripped and Frank could see a graze on the legs through the hole, but he looked like he got away with it. He was very lucky, relatively speaking. The other boy looked like he was in more pain, holding his hip.
‘How’s your leg, son?’ asked Frank. ‘Is it your hip? Do you think you could get up?’
The boy got up quickly after Frank spoke to him, like he wasn’t really in that much pain and all it took was a grown man to snap him out of his childishness.
The boy’s pal helped him up, and Frank and the other guy stood by, ready to help if need be. But the boys were fine, and off they went, with the luckier one of the two helping the other one limp away.
The man asked Frank ‘Anybody else?’ as he looked around. ‘Who else?’
Frank looked towards where the boys had headed.
‘Boys!’ shouted Frank, into the cloud of dust.
‘What?’ shouted one of them.
‘Did you see anybody else?’ asked Frank. ‘Any of your wee pals missing?’
‘No,’ came the voice.
‘All right,’ shouted Frank.
The other man looked around, standing on the spot, swivelling to the left and right, to see or hear anything.
They heard a conversation from somewhere in the cloud of dust.
A lassie said, ‘What are you looking for?’
A woman said, ‘My phone.’
Frank ran off in that direction, to help this woman find her phone. She’d need it to let her family know she was all right. But he’d have to be fast. It wouldn’t be long until the police came and cleared everybody away and taped the area off, and if she didn’t find the phone before that happened, it would probably be lost for good. He’d help her find that and anything else that was missing, he’d see if anybody else was missing anything, then he’d come back to check on the guy with the funny moustache, if there was time.