Literature
Things That Go 'Boom!' In The Night
I’d heard the explosion in the night, along with the whole north side of the city. The phone call came an hour later.
I made my way to the river with the morning sun in my eyes. The streets were empty even for the early hour – a combination of organised evacuations and chaotic fleeing. There was still a crowd at the road block, gawkers and the bravest or most desperate reporters. One of the officers recognised me and let me through. I ignored the disappointed shouts behind me.
The riverfront was home to a long wooden promenade, lined with cafés, bars, restaurants and tat shops for the undiscerning tourist. I wasn’t much