Breaking News. 10 January 2015

Standing in unlit corridor, I spread shabby white sheet

over cool blue rexine: number twelve, side upper berth.

Train, wracked by deep cough trembles, moves. Explosion

at restaurant in Lyon in France: Source AFP. I push

dark suede moccasin under seat across. Shots fired in car chase

north east of Paris say police sources. 20 year old unrecognisably

smudged picture is me enough: ticket inspector nods.

Hostages taken North East of Paris, say police. I swing myself up

to reach berth over woman reading book. Kundera

smiles on cover. Police, helicopters

rush to corner two missing suspects in Paris attack,

say French officials. I prise open rusty jammed reading light,

draw curtains over faint urine smell leaking into

warm banana fritter. Paris massacre suspects holding one

hostage: police source to news agency. I close eyes before I close

book. Suspects killed, hostages emerge from Paris

supermart, say officials. I emerge through

small, crowded door. Birth into dark.