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Olivia Sudjic

Asylum Road

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    It made my skin prick – something about the inevitability of the tracks, taking me as far as they could before land fell into sea
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    could have switched – there were empty forward-facing seats – but I hated doing this. I couldn’t stand the tension when the train arrived at each station and new passengers got on, their eyes boring into me as they moved along the aisle. And I couldn’t bear the shame of being told to move if I’d taken a place that did not belong to me
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    sky turned a pink
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    I found myself wishing to be like her. Bedford. Hedonistic. Denying my own hunger for security
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    Every place, person and meal she described sounded like a secret language of sophistication. I
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    From survivable it became tolerable. And from tolerable, gradually, something else
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    He would greet me with a bemused expression, to remind me I did not own him.
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    I told myself this was not a sign of anything. I was reading into things again. This was simply absence. Absence with an absence of meaning
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    My eyes rested on a title about survival. I drew it out. On closer inspection, a survival A–Z. The novelty kind with illustrations. I’d owned something like it as a child, or perhaps even the same one. Dangers were illustrated in a way that felt calming, like the sedate line drawings of airline safety manuals. I’d remembered one instruction, in particular, that if you fell down a waterfall you were supposed to close your legs to prevent internal rupturing
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    Our arguments were mostly silent, or silent on his side. Often in the dark, lying in bed so neither face could see the other. Not an argument then, but a pressure. A malignant quiet that sank into the mattress until I couldn’t bear to lie there. I would get up in a dramatic fashion, go down to the sofa, then crawl back in a few hours later when he was sound asleep
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