STORMFLY
               STORMFLY

              Prologue

I suppose it began with the summer of '63.
Annie, Tom and me; three fourteen year olds
deep in the Suffolk countryside, having a
picnic in a clearing surrounded by knee high
corn swaying in a humid breeze. In the
distance the whirr of my uncle's combine,
pale sunlight reflecting from its green sides.

I remember thunder rumbling in the west,
where the sky was changing from blue to
threatening brown. It was hot and stuffy.

And then came the flies, tiny things that
hung in the air, like they always seemed to
do -

Just before a storm -

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