No Place to StayAfter the terror on the building site, arriving back at the apartment didn't offer me the solace I needed. My only comfort was seeing the rock where I had put it in the narrow slip of garden.
Hoping to numb my senses, I downed two large glasses of red wine in quick succession. In a mildly soporific haze, I played 'Aikea Guinea', needing Elizabeth Fraser's voice to fill my head and block out the flashback images of darting lights. The trouble was, hearing her voice instantly reminded me of my mother, which had never troubled me before but now it did.
Sleep, when it came, was fitful and interspersed with long periods lying awake with my mind spinning like a whirligig. I was hot, too, which didn't help. And I was annoyed with myself for keeping the windows shut, for it meant
