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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Tuesday, June 17, 2008
    Danger: Void Behind Door
    As long as it won't detract from his production of the ever-excellent Smoke, I applaud Matt Haynes' entry into blogworld with Danger: Void Behind Door. Here's the sort of reason why:
    That evening, though, I remembered something else that had always puzzled me. Whenever I lingered in the booking hall to watch her carefree morning sashay away from the ticket barriers ... there was always a point at which she slipped from direct sight and I had to turn my eyes to the nearby CCTV, eagerly anticipating her arrival inside its fuzzy grey image of lift doors. And here’s the thing: although those doors would have been at most a dozen feet away from the point at which she disappeared, the screen always remained empty for six whole seconds.

    It had, as I say, always baffled me. But now, suddenly, in my emotionally-heightened state, the explanation seemed obvious: at some point between the ticket barriers and the lifts at Lambeth North station, SPACE AND TIME HAD BECOME DISLOCATED. To any - for sake of argument - five-foot-three Scottish brunette making that walk, nothing would seem awry; but to anyone watching, for six whole seconds, she would be… elsewhere. Where? Well, I couldn’t say for sure. But, as I sat there listening to the singing of the tracks and the distant rush of air somewhere down the tunnel to my right, I became convinced that, were I to yank open that small yellow door at the very moment she disappeared, then I would see her, trotting brightly across the eternal black void, mind on other things, still failing to look back.

    Once I’d got home, I left a message on her answerphone, asking her what she thought.

    It’s been nearly ten years now.