On the day:
16/10/2012
On the way:
They come on foot, out of north, following the iron road southwards. The late morning sun sends shadows slithering over the rails to their right, stuttering over stones and sleepers in between.
Their leader wears a white plastic helmet and carries in his right hand a metal rod, indeterminable from distance but doubtless dangerous. His companions follow, one step, two steps behind and to his left, apparently unarmed but an air of menace carries far beyond their short shadows.
For they number three, all wear orange overalls and disruption is their business by hook or by crook or by leaf on the line. If not here, if not now, then further down the track.
On the pod:
Time After Time - The Beloved
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