The sky had lightened but the sun had not yet risen.
I’d been awake all night, pacing, pacing. So while it was still not yet light, I walked from my house and out of town and up the hill fort. Perhaps in that ancient place when the sun rose, my world would make sense again.
Near the summit I saw a man and he saw me.
He was naked, crouching behind the rock and so still, I’d perceived him as part of the landscape as I climbed. If he was as startled as I was, he said nothing.
I paused, uncertain. My heart thudded and my mouth dried. I was a long way from anywhere and I was alone.
I realised he was appraising me and I wondered how long he’d been watching my approach. As he scanned me from head to toe, no expression crossed his face apart from a tiny frown, and then he appeared to dismiss me from his interest as he turned his gaze to the east.
He was very still.
I thought: should I carry on up to the lonely summit, or turn and hike down the lumpy tummocky slope? He could outrun me either way.
My office legs were tired and my calves ached. I was conscious of the softness of my arms and skin.
Blinking in the thin light, I stared at him. I’d thought he was naked but now realised he wore some kind of leather trousers. Curved against his chest was a bow. His face, chest, arms were tanned and begrimed. His hair and beard were dark and tangled. His feet were dusty and hard.
A bird called behind me and he looked towards it and reached for the bow. His eyes caught mine as he knocked the arrow. I could not hear the bird anymore, just the distant bleating of sheep rushing to the east. Was it the bird he was aiming at?
I could not move. The arrow pointed towards me but I could not move. The man’s arm drew back and the sun rose. And the sun rose and the sheep bleated and the birds sang and there was no man. The sun rose and the sky lightened and I was staring at a rock. No, two rocks, one curved, one angular.
And I was alone.