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Wight
Posted Sep 10, 2002
23rd day, Year 40 Wight
5 Hours Ago
Night.
John is dead.
John was the last of the sightless and was held in high regard by the community. When he didn't turn up at the church for the village meeting, I - as the isle's bobby - was sent up to his house to bring him into the meeting.
"Something this important needs as much wisdom as we can muster," Christine said and halted official discussion until my return.
As befits his status, John's house is near the pinnicle of Big Hill, just one house down from the Mayor which is, in turn, one house down from the Parson.His knowledge of the world - both before and after the light - were said to be second to none, and so he really was a vital part of the meeting.I hurried through the moonlight, conscious of the fact that the meeting behind me would be in full flow - albeit unofficially - and I would be missing out on some important decisions. As I walked up his flower line pathway clutching the stitch in my side and trying to compose myself. People don't respect a dishevelled bobby - and John's sense of smell/hearing was accute. I wanted to be fresh.
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Wight
Posted Sep 10, 2002
23rd day, Year 40 Wight
5 Hours Ago
Night.
John is dead.
John was the last of the sightless and was held in high regard by the community. When he didn't turn up at the church for the village meeting, I - as the isle's bobby - was sent up to his house to bring him into the meeting.
"Something this important needs as much wisdom as we can muster," Christine said and halted official discussion until my return.
As befits his status, John's house is near the pinnicle of Big Hill, just one house down from the Mayor which is, in turn, one house down from the Parson.His knowledge of the world - both before and after the light - were said to be second to none, and so he really was a vital part of the meeting.I hurried through the moonlight, conscious of the fact that the meeting behind me would be in full flow - albeit unofficially - and I would be missing out on some important decisions. As I walked up his flower line pathway clutching the stitch in my side and trying to compose myself. People don't respect a dishevelled bobby - and John's sense of smell/hearing was accute. I wanted to be fresh.
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23rd Day, Year 40, Wight
Posted Sep 10, 2002
Today we saw the first plane. My son Paul pointed to the cloudy sky and said: "Bee!" As this is his universal word for anything flying, we all turned expecting to see one of the butterflies that rarely visit the garden.
The plane was difficult to make out at first - Paul must have exceptional eyes - but soon the crowd that had gathered, having confirmed the sighting, were leaping with excitement and shouting words probably not heard in 35 years and sending any passing children to call out their parents.
A plane.
Its passage across the sky didn't alter and it faded from view before we could hear its 'engine'. But it was a sighting and the island was buzzing with breathless speculation; old books were taken reverentially from cupboards and those who could remember planes and the old life found their popularity soar.
It was a plane. It came nowhere near Wight, but it was proof that we were no longer alone.
There is a village meeting tonight.
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23rd day, Year 40 Wight
Posted Sep 10, 2002
Night.
John is dead.
John was the last of the sightless and was held in high regard by the community. When he didn't turn up at the church for the village meeting, I - as the isle's bobby - was sent up to his house to bring him into the meeting.
"Something this important needs as much wisdom as we can muster," Christine said and halted official discussion until my return.
As befits his status, John's house is near the pinnicle of Big Hill, just one house down from the Mayor which is, in turn, one house down from the Parson.His knowledge of the world - both before and after the light - were said to be second to none, and so he really was a vital part of the meeting.I hurried through the moonlight, conscious of the fact that the meeting behind me would be in full flow - albeit unofficially - and I would be missing out on some important decisions. As I walked up his flower line pathway clutching the stitch in my side and trying to compose myself. People don't respect a dishevelled bobby - and John's sense of smell/hearing was accute. I wanted to be fresh.
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23rd day, year 40, Wight
Posted Sep 10, 2002
Today we saw the first plane. My son Paul pointed to the cloudy sky and said: "Bee!" As this is his universal word for anything flying, we all turned expecting to see one of the butterflies that rarely visit the garden.
The plane was difficult to make out at first - Paul must have exceptional eyes - but soon the crowd that had gathered, having confirmed the sighting, were leaping with excitement and shouting words probably not heard in 35 years and sending any passing children to call out their parents.
A plane.
Its passage across the sky didn't alter and it faded from view before we could hear its 'engine'. But it was a sighting and the island was buzzing with breathless speculation; old books were taken reverentially from cupboards and those who could remember planes and the old life found their popularity soar.
It was a plane. It came nowhere near Wight, but it was proof that we were no longer alone.
There is a village meeting tonight.
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