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This extract is from a novel-length project I’m working on entitled ‘THE GREATER GOOD’. A teacher and his wife argue, and a wine bottle drops over the ledge of a bridge. They hear a smash and a grunt. When we meet them here, they are investigating what, or who, the bottle may have hit.
Slowly, reluctantly, he opened his eyes. Something was out of place in the bedroom. What was it? The floorboards creaking? That sour odour?