Then a Gic, a Man in His Sixties Waving Like a Celebrity.

A stag walked out of the dark. Its antlers were on fire. It regarded us without fear. We didn't move. I heard screaming. Two men came out of a late night shop. Stag swung its brawny neck. It paused and lapped at a gutter. There was no sound. The next day, in front of one small house, a young family giggled at their fussing baby. They seemed delighted. Can you believe it? A lot of them i didn't recognize - that's surprising when you've been there as long as i have. Some wore smart country clothes. At ten p m, i heard a clacking. People came from behind