“The blue and white motorway sign with its symbol of an aeroplane flashed past. ‘Out of the way, you prick!’ Richard pressed the horn, flashed his lights, then accelerated hard as the car in front finally moved over. Sam watched the BMW’s wipers shovelling the cold February rain off the windscreen. There was a loud slap and spray from a lorry blinded them for a moment. The same dream. Thursday night, and again last night. The fan on the ceiling, rotating, getting faster, faster. The fan ...she had dreamed of in the laboratory. The fan that was like a propeller. Then she would wake, shivering, in a sweat. That was all. Just that. It had stayed with her all yesterday and all of today. She’d sent flowers to Colin Hare’s funeral. She thought about writing a note, but in the end she’d asked them to put her name on the card and nothing else. There was a deafening roar and a Jumbo sank down towards them.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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