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Edward Mordake; in Love, at War

Published by Smashwords. This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright of Paul White (2013)

Edward Mordake at twenty three.

Edward Mordake is twenty three years old. He lives with his mother. His mother is eighty nine and spends most of her time nowadays in bed, ill with one sickness or another. Edward rarely leaves the house but today, March 21st, he has an appointment at the local unemployment centre. He has an interview with an advisor who will either deem Edward fit and able or not fit and able to work. Edward has been considered disabled for the last seven years, ever since he left school. Edward is not looking forward to the jobcentre interview since he has read a lot on the internet and it has also been reported on news that over the 70 percent of jobseekers with disabilities have recently been told that they are able to work and their benefits have been reduced to that of an able bodied person. It is not the extra money that Edward will lose if he is deemed fit and able to work. It is the fact that he will be forced to attend job interviews and this, this facing the world head-on, is what frightens Edward the most.

Edward leaves the house at 9:30am on March 21st 2013. The day is unspectacular and specks of rain begin to fall. They fall and obscure Edward’s vision and he has to constantly wipe his glasses. He is walking the three miles to the jobcentre. He does actually walk passed a bus stop and the digital display announces that the next bus is only five minutes away but there’s nobody else at the bus-stop and Edward has had a bad experience once before. About two years ago, the first and last time he tried to catch a bus, he stood alone at the bus stop and as the bus came up the road, Edward stuck out his hand to stop the bus. The driver looked at Edward and carried on without stopping. There were some school children on the bus and as it passed they opened one of the high windows and threw an empty drinks carton at him, which hit him, on his chest. He could hear their cries of laughter as the bus sped on and left Edward in utter despair. He walked home with his head hung low and tears filling his eyes. Perhaps a minor incident but one that has remained and dare I say shaped Edward somewhat.

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