I was unpacking when a knock at the door interrupted my ruminations. I’d just got back from somewhere or other and was a bit distracted. I opened the door. There was a police woman there.
It had been three months and we still hadn’t exchanged any form of communication, as per the anti social behaviour order. Three months. Ok, so I had reduced the obsessive compulsive stuff.
The sky was growing darker and the road beckoned. Lit with embers of fire the late hour turned the western horizon the colour of blood. I didn't know how long I could just sit there and take it.