I couldn’t
fully enjoy the feeling of sheer power, sheer control over someone else’s life
because frankly I was tired. My energy
levels were completely depleted and even walking was becoming a struggle. That small
burst of anger had powered me enough to get free of Owen, but without him
carrying me I wasn’t sure how far I would get.
Thankfully I
could hear voices in the distance. I followed the sounds until I reached the
edge of the pier. Everyone from Owen’s shabby group was lined up along its
length staring out at the Yarra River and gesticulating madly.
“It can’t
be!” Marla’s assertive voice rang over everyone else’s.
“Why not?”
Old Mal stubbornly insisted.
“Because it’s
not natural!”
“Come on you
can’t seriously be debating what’s natural and what’s not, we had black clouds
obliterate whole houses for fucks sake” Tod chimed in.
“How do we
know this just isn’t another one of those black hole things?”
“I still
think it’s breaking down” Old Mal grumbled.
“Shut it old
man” Marla turned on him, “from an engineer’s point of view bridges don’t just
start to sag for no reason.”