Dorothy Koomson - My Other Husband
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Location: Palace Pier, half-way down
Transcript: I stared up at my postcard from Brighton I’d stuck up on the ceiling. I’d got the postcard when I was in sixth form and had gone to Brighton on a protest march. I’d been wide-eyed at the water being so close to the city, and I’d decided I wanted to live there one day. But then it was college and then it was Masters then it was work then it was Heath and then it was Sidney. No Brighton. When I moved back into my flat after I left Heath this time, I’d stuck the postcard on my ceiling to remind myself every morning of the Brighton dream. It had the pebble beach, two deckchairs facing the water, the Palace Pier in the background. It was tatty and worn around the edges, the vibrant colours had faded, but looking at it always evoked a feeling inside. A yearning. A longing to be by the sea.
