John Oliver Mayo Sample
It was certainly a matter of luck that George happened to be standing on Perth Station at seven o'clock in the morning of a rather grim day in October, 1942. George was cold and cross. His mouth tasted of thousands of stale cigarettes. He felt in need of both a bath and food. Sickened of it all, George walked down the platform into what passed for sunlight, where one solitary figure stood, a man who seemed to have an empty sleeve on his left side. Abruptly, things started to happen. From the shadows of a footbridge an empty luggage trolley shot out and caught the back of the solitary figure. He stumbled forwards. The next moment he was lying motionless across the rails in front of the oncoming goods train. As George said afterwards, it is surprising what your mind will do with you in an emergency . . .