Summary: Lydia kissed her son on the mouth and looked out over the rural countryside. The trees closest to the tracks were nothing more than flashes of colour to her, but beyond them she could see the rows of drying corn. The sun was starting to rise over the hills and the whole scene glowed orange in the hard light. Her son opened his eyes and sat up. “You’ve been gone a long time,” she told him. “I was just playing,” he said, reassuring her. “I wasn’t really dead.”
