Road of the Dead
“I’m used to the clatter and grind of the breaker’s yard, the groan of car crushers and scrap magnets, the drone of traffic on the East London streets. So when I woke up that morning and everything was quiet, it took me a while to realize where I was. When I finally did realize where I was—Dartmoor, farmhouse, bedroom—I also realized how tired I was. I’d only had about an hour’s sleep all night. My eyes were thick, my body ached, my head was all tight and buzzy.
I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but I knew that I wouldn’t. Sunlight was streaming in through the window, birds were singing…everything was too quiet. I could hear too much: Abbie and Vince in the kitchen downstairs, Cole in the bathroom, a dog barking somewhere in the distance. And now the smell of breakfast was beginning to drift up the stairs—bacon and eggs, toast, coffee… It was all very nice—but I wished I wasn’t there. I wished I was at home—in my house, in my room, in my bed, smelling my breakfast.
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