What’s in a queue? What’s at the end of a queue? Why do we queue? I reckon there will be some interesting responses to this challenge.
The queue was getting longer by the minute, the atmosphere subdued.
No-one pushed or shoved, those near the front acknowledging recognised newcomers, but not a soul made an effort to push in or jump the queue.
It had started as a simple gesture.
And snowballed as those on Social Media had passed the word.
Soon, one wasn’t enough and donations of similar items miraculously appeared.
Approaching the bench, each silent in their own thoughts, strangers made their mark or comment in the Books of Condolence for the Manchester victims.