Thursday, 15 July 2010


The wind had picked up and eased the passage of my read. I was being transported. When I came up for air three chapters later there were ants on my lap, and over my head, where the sky had sized up Richmond, I noticed a helipcoter and I clamped my ears with my palms and, as if I had sea-shells for hands, I thought I could hear the sound of hanged waves - a boy and a girl in armbands, losing balance.

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