“The heat is pressing in on us; a solid, slippery thing. I feel like I could cut it with a butter knife. The noise, rich smells and visual abundance of the souk have blurred into irrelevance because I am wholly focused on Spike and his distress.”
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“…Ben went for a walk along the beach and was gone for so long that I began imagining the catastrophes? A road accident, a drowning. Quarter hours passed in which I tried to convince myself I was relaxing when in reality my heart had crept up to pulse in my throat…”