The Edge
Created | Updated Apr 23, 2003
Part Seven
Wickrain always went to the monument during times of crisis. The way his companies expenses accountant had been acting, he was going to it five or six times a week. He was thinking about having a scale model built in his flat.
The monument was built to commemorate the fallen heroes of The North Sea War1 and Wickrain's dad had died in it just after Wickrain was conceived. In order to preserve the secrecy of the North Sea War 2 the monument was simply a grey slab, half-buried into the ground. Grass and weed had started to cover and Wickrain reckoned that in a few years he might have trouble finding it.
A piece of tumbleweed rolled past for effect.
It had taken Wickrain 6 years to find out what had happened to his dad and another 5 to find out where he was buried (it turned out to be underneath the monument). The moment he found it he had latched onto it and used it as a source of comfort.
Wickrain was scared, not least of a certain psychopathic accountant. He was also worried about the dreams he was having, especially the one where there was nothing. At all. Wickrain knew that when you're asleep you only dream for little more than an hour or two, so obviously much of what you see when you are asleep is nothing. But this was different. This was a dream about nothing and he couldn't stop it, yet there was a chance to and... Blasted dreams.
Taking a deep sigh, Wickrain turned and headed home.
