Overrun by the silent forest, the quiet roads stretched past forgotten swimming-pools and empty driveways. A water-spray rotated across an ornamental pond, and children’s toys lay abandoned by the garden gates. On all sides the birds crowded the rooftops and telephone wires, jostled for a place on the parked cars. They watched me, waiting for the last act that was about to follow, uncertain whether I would leave them alone here. The condors gazed at me with their ancient eyes, great wings raised to still the air. ‘Mrs St Cloud …! Father Wingate …’ They had gone to join the sun. But had Stark escaped? Only Miriam remained, lying in the vestry at the church. ‘Miriam …! Dr Miriam …!’ Above the film studios helicopters were circling. I turned my back on the supermarket. The stains of my semen covered the silent glass, pearls cast among the discount offers. As if inflamed by my last flight, the bruises on my mouth and chest had become glowing coals in my skin.
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