Epilogue
The man blinked in the bright sun. A hot breeze was blowing, drying the sweat that was forming on his skin. He was standing in the shade of tall trees, which whispered and sighed above and around him in the wind. A faint scent of eucalyptus hung in the air. He was looking out over a wide landscape of tan and brown, dry in the summer heat. The place had once been a farm, but it was overgrown after what looked like many years of neglect.
At the man’s feet sat a tall woman. She had her back to him. Her knees were drawn up and her arms wrapped around them as she, too, silently regarded the desiccated view. The woman’s hair was short, reddish-brown, and messy. There was something familiar about her.
Flies buzzed near the man’s face and he batted them away. Though he wasn’t sure wher
