Shilington-Commute
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Every day the citizens from Shilington rose promptly at 7, to get ready for work or to commute to the bigger cities. Woke up, washed, eat, cleaned, left in a rush, perfect synchronisation, a perfect clockwork town. They arrived at their city or centre, and formed orderly ques at various street corners to get their daily injection of Starbucks, or for the health conscious and fat-skinny people a de-caf or mass produced smoothie. Simon Hucklechurch was one such person, he drove to work every week day and sometimes on a weekend. He got in his car on the dot of 8 and was well on his way to work when it happened. A car in the right hand lane over-took him, and cut him up, blocking him in, another car behind him smashed in to his left side, sending him spinning across a lane and smashing through the central reservation into on coming traffic. The cars that did it were never found by the police, then again they didn't try, it was for the greater good.
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