Chapter Twenty-Eight
‘Welcome to the Doldrums,
Easton!’ says a voice to my left.
Suddenly the thousands of
smiling faces make me a little uncomfortable. I’m not sure I like all their
eyes on me.
The man wears a wide brimmed hat
and a long robe. His beard is thick and black and his eyes stare at me from the
edge of the fabric, warm and excited.
‘I’m Tarquin,’ he says.
‘Don’t call it the Doldrums,
Tarquin, that’s so miserable,’ a woman nudges him. ‘We can call it what we like
here, we’re not all miseries.’
I notice the ring of buildings
around us and notice we’re in a village square. The same village square I saw
the ruins of. The well I died in stands tall and proud to my left. The town
hall, complete with pillars and shining windows is behind them.
There’s a parting of the ways
and a pink ball of excitement tumbles towards me. She catches me in a bearhug
and I feel the pull as she tries to lift me off the ground.
‘Easton!’ Elle says into my
shoulder.
‘Elle!’ I say. ‘How did you get
here?’
‘Same
way you did,’ she says, setting me down. ‘The singing, lifting me out of the
desert. A doctor led me here, it was Tarquin.’ She smiles at him.
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