Did she trust the Watcher?
She had spent her life working for Social Care, working to make people’s lives better and fairer. But who decided? The Watcher. Was it right? She didn’t know. And if her personality had been written by others, she could never know. Did she still believe it was right?
She looked inside herself. Yes, she realized with some surprise. Yes, she did.
She looked at Lemuel.
“Yes,” she said, “I suppose I do. Yes, I do trust the Watcher.”
Lemuel smiled. “That’s the spirit.”
Three days before…
…and not that far away from the church, just a little further along the coastline, the cannon on the top of the building near Peter Onethirteen’s apartment came to life and shot a beam of violet light at an approaching piece of debris. It flared in a glorious golden display of color that brought applause from the watching crowd. The applause gradually faded, along with the golden light of the falling object. A murmur of alarm sprang up as the object continued plunging down to Earth. Something grey and heavy. The cannon tracked it, pouring energy into the object to no avail. It was a threat, it must be destroyed, yet nothing seemed to affect it. The crowd began to scatter as the object came towards them, and then there was a surprisingly gentle popping noise and an understated thump as the object hit the ground, churning up a great wave of grass and earth.
The crowd picked themselves up and looked towards the impact point, thanking the Watcher for their lucky escape. Now that the immediate threat was over, the cannon redirected its attention to following pieces of debris, which, being wood, burnt beautifully, not that anyone noticed. They were all too busy looking towards the impact point.
Someone was calmly walking away from there. Someone, possibly dressed in dark grey, but too far away to make out clearly. Their attention gradually returned to the show taking place above them.
Chris looked up into the sky, at the great firework display that was the end of the World Tree.
And then he began to walk towards the apartment block.
Tony Ballantyne grew up in County Durham in the northeast of England, studied mathematics at Manchester University, and then worked as a teacher, first of math, then IT, in London and later in the northwest of England.
Nowadays he enjoys playing boogie piano, cycling, and walking. In the past he has taught sword fencing at an American children’s camp, been a ballroom dancer, and worked voluntarily on conservation projects and with adults with low literacy and numeracy.
Visit Tony Ballantyne at www.tonyballantyne.com.
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