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|Value 20 - 29 = Two elderly men are playing bowls. They move slowly, […] There is a quiet companionship […] A third joins them from the factory – he walked through a lilac-tinged mist on the way. The bowls players do not comment on the tears he wipes with his sleeve. | |Value 20 - 29 = Two elderly men are playing bowls. They move slowly, […] There is a quiet companionship […] A third joins them from the factory – he walked through a lilac-tinged mist on the way. The bowls players do not comment on the tears he wipes with his sleeve. | ||
|Value 30 - 38 = Two elderly men are playing bowls. They move slowly, arthritically. There is a quiet companionship about them; […] A third joins them from the factory – he walked through a yellow-tinged mist on the way. The bowls players do not comment on his giggling;[…] | |Value 30 - 38 = Two elderly men are playing bowls. They move slowly, arthritically. There is a quiet companionship about them; […] A third joins them from the factory – he walked through a yellow-tinged mist on the way. The bowls players do not comment on his giggling;[…] | ||
− | |Value | + | |Value 41 - 49 = It is washing day. A gaggle of washerwomen ignore the blue smoke billowing from the factory and hang out laundry […] Their gossip […] is the same as it would be in London. But their tones are lower, and gaps grow […] like it has become an effort to care. |
− | |Value | + | |Value 51 - 59 = It is washing day. A gaggle of washerwomen ignore the blue smoke billowing from the factory and hang out laundry […] One […] passes a flask around […] a sip each for them to be reminiscing about a high-society dinner – which, ''surely'', none could have attended. |
|Value 61 - 79 = There is a raucous cheer from the pub. The sound continues for several minutes. An investigation reveals that someone has thrown a near-bullseye in a game of darts. | |Value 61 - 79 = There is a raucous cheer from the pub. The sound continues for several minutes. An investigation reveals that someone has thrown a near-bullseye in a game of darts. | ||
|Value 82 - 100 = A worker rushes from the factory to collect his colleague from a nearby bench. The man is late back on shift, having apparently become lost in reverie while consuming a sandwich. He stares into space, smiling, oblivious of his colleague's shouts. | |Value 82 - 100 = A worker rushes from the factory to collect his colleague from a nearby bench. The man is late back on shift, having apparently become lost in reverie while consuming a sandwich. He stares into space, smiling, oblivious of his colleague's shouts. |