Exposure

Louis Greenberg

CONTENTS

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Title Page

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Acknowledgements and Inspirations

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EXPOSURE

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EXPOSURE

LOUIS GREENBERG

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Exposure
Print edition ISBN: 9781789090291
E-book edition ISBN: 9781789090307

Published by Titan Books
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First edition: November 2021
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead (except for satirical purposes), is entirely coincidental.

Louis Greenberg asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

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1 The falling man appeared out of nowhere, in the middle of the air, right before Petra’s eyes.

Not for long, because then he was at her feet, crumpled on hands and knees. Time slowed, stilled. It was like a dream. She knew she should move – either leap back from this large shape that was about to send her sprawling to the cold, damp pavement; or, a moment later, when she realised it was a human man, and that he had finished hurtling, that she should reach down and help him up. But the instant stayed frozen for an uncounted time, lost to the world, as if her life was telling her to take note of this moment.

A loose black knitted beanie, the back of a honey-yellow jacket with a sheepskin lining at the neckline, dusty jeans and black work boots. A pair of old men had stopped across the road and were looking at them, and she imagined the scene through their eyes – a man supplicating, a woman staring down at him like some sort of pharaoh queen. On Brook Street at lunchtime on a cold, clear Tuesday in February.