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Prologue

Another truck trundled loudly past the window. That made, what? Three in the last half hour? Outrageous. Completely Outrageous.

Gregory shook his head. Why on Earth did they insist on holding that horrible event here? No-one in the village wanted it. He and Deirdre had said as much during all the council meetings.

But no, the local council thought it was a good idea, so, of course, it was a good idea. Tourism, they said. Publicity for the village.

Gregory didn't want publicity. He was happy to have his quiet little village to himself, thank you very much. Happy to know everyone on sight, good and bad. Though there weren't many bad people. Except for that Scottish fella on the outskirts with his sports car, occasionally blasting his way through the streets at unhealthy speeds. He was probably going to this festival thing with some inappropriately aged girl. Or boy. Could be either, judging by his haircut.

"Was that another lorry?" Deirdre said, her voice bouncing in from the kitchen.

Sighing, Gregory nodded. "That it was, Deirdre. Oh, and here comes another one."

This one seemed to be ten times louder than usual, and Gregory had to bellow to be heard over the rumbling din.

"How many bloody lorries do they need?! I thought all these young people were worried about the o-zone layer! What do they think this is doing?"

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than the phone beside his armchair started to ring. Letting out a grumbled sigh, Gregory picked up the phone, though he doubted he would be able to hear anything through the noise.

"Hello?"

There it was. That telltale silence that always preceded one of those bloody sales calls.

"Oh, bloody hell. Deirdre, it's only a sales call. For the love of-"


Deirdre wasn't prone to emotional outbursts, like crying or screaming. To be honest, she found it distasteful, and vulgar. Hold yourself in check, that's what she was always taught.

But even she drew the line at watching her husband pick up the phone only to promptly disintegrate into dust.