Fragment 85 /Halloween /Prime /Sat, 31 October 1998
Caul drives his car along the winding coastal road among the rocky eastern peaks, their cliffs dropping away to the false bay below, him coming down from the evening before, restless, unable to stop and think, thirsty, but with no place to stop and drink, looking out at the expanse of undrinkable water below, and hearing the voice of thunder coming from out of the heavens, cracking the sky above the waters.