The outbuildings of his father’s farm looked stable enough to me, but then he gunned the engine and I had to grab hard at the rails beneath my seat as the speed pushed us back, and we lurched forwards, then down to the left. A brief glimpse of tarmac rushed past, and I clung on as the bike rocked …
Off the Road
In the Clearing
‘I asked where the path was to the rapids. He looked at me as if all his suspicions had been confirmed.’
Under the Surface
‘What I needed was to gaze into the surface, and, by gazing, to pass into another world, and breathe.’
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