Chapter 1
Watching
for the dawn. That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Survival. Just waiting for
that old sun to come up
again, even though there’s no certainty it’ll do so;
something that’s happened billions of times before is no more
fated to do so
again because of it.
Sitting in
darkness, the black sky dotted with petals of punctuation, dawn and then
daybreak gradually
appeared. As the sun rose in the east, splaying its oak frayed
rays towards the church Wall stood up and walked
under the upper branches of
the yew tree towards the padlocked gate. Beside it was one of those two-part
gateways that always infuriated him; enter the semi-circular iron pen, pull the
hinged gate towards you and slip
around the side of it, pushing it back to the
side you’ve just come from.
There’s
got to be a proper name for it, this type of gateway, though Wall had his own
choice: bastard.
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