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He stretches it up from the pushchair; tiny and perfect with bright pink fingertips. Fingers splayed, he reaches for Mummy. She enfolds his in her own. Safety, warmth and comfort on a crowded bus.
A tiny baby’s hand curls itself around the handle-post on the bus. The pink little fingers, brand new and tipped with their perfect little nails, stand out against the plastic, orange garishness of the post. Both man-made, yet one so … Continue reading