The Physics Of The Dead - A Supernatural Mystery Novel - Plot & Excerpts
Helen. Wake up. It's the sirens. The sirens are going off.' 'Sirens...' 'Listen! It's the bloody sirens.' She's asleep on the settee, by the wireless of course; she always naps in the evening at this time of year. The winters have just always seemed to have that effect. They'd used to call it Helen's Hibernations. Richard had always let her; it was nice, the dark outside, with the comforting voice of the World Service as he got his paperwork done by lamplight. He loves it, in fact. Except they'd broken the radio a few weeks ago-he hadn't gotten round to getting a new one-and now he'd been working by the light of a single candle since the blackout was ordered. He'd huffed about it at first, but since the summer, he believed in it wholeheartedly. Ansty had been close enough; Hillfields, far too close. So now Richard's windows were covered up without question, and even if the radio had been working, hell, he'd have turned it off. Helen had talked of leaving of course; she wasn't normally that kind of woman, but seeing the ruins of the Rex had really shaken her up.
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