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The Sleep of Reason

Mark Rowley
Contents ( 46)
  1. THE SLEEP OF REASON
  2. DAY 1
  3. Wednesday Morning
  4. DAY 1
  5. Wednesday Afternoon
  6. DAY 1
  7. Wednesday Evening
  8. DAY 2
  9. Thursday
  10. DAY 3
  11. Friday
  12. DAY 4
  13. Saturday
  14. DAY 5
  15. Sunday
  16. DAY 6
  17. Monday
  18. DAY 7
  19. Tuesday
  20. DAY 8
  21. Wednesday
  22. DAY 9
  23. Thursday
  24. DAY 10
  25. Friday
  26. DAY 11
  27. Saturday
  28. DAY 12
  29. Sunday
  30. DAY 13
  31. Monday
  32. DAY 14
  33. Tuesday
  34. DAY 15
  35. Wednesday
  36. DAY 16
  37. Thursday
  38. DAY 17
  39. Friday
  40. DAY 18
  41. Saturday Morning
  42. DAY 18
  43. Saturday Afternoon
  44. DAY 22
  45. Wednesday
  46. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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David Derbyshire and Mark Rowley

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To Helena and Alison

‘The sleep of reason produces monsters.’

Francisco Goya

DAY 1

Wednesday Morning

Chilton Park, Kent

The queue had paused, so Zahra took the opportunity to close her eyes and listen. It was a game she had played as a young girl, and one she turned to regularly during the moments of tedium that occupied so much of her sixteen-year-old life. She slipped her hands into the pockets of her donkey jacket and focused. The clanking of the ride machinery, as if an iron bar was being dragged along kerbstones, dominated her soundscape, but not enough to drown out the barbs of the gobby group of girls behind her taking turns to damn each of their absent friends. She listened harder and caught the burble of a blackbird staking out its territory from the clump of young silver birches and evergreen shrubs planted alongside the queue.

They’d queued under the scruffy winter skies for more than an hour now, far longer than her brother Jawad had predicted, lurching forward, spreading out and then bunching up again like an immense concertina. Around them were miserable attempts to decorate the ride in fibreglass and concrete. An upturned telephone kiosk, now pink rather than poppy red, lay alongside a bored sabre-toothed tiger while, nearby, a blonde Viking stood proudly with one boot on the neck of a tentacled alien. For a theme park ride, the theme was a complete mystery, thought Zahra.