A side view, usually referring to that of a human headThe scissor lift jerked as the operator lowered it to ground level. Exhaustion and dehydration laid claim to my body, and I squatted on the platform with my head leaned back against the rail. Unused bottles of water nestled in another box near the operator, but I hadn’t wanted to lift my mask to drink. I craved whisky on the rocks and focussed on the memory of how it would crackle in the glass as the liquor hit the ice. The journey down took longer as the operator messed with the controls.
Julia appeared on the veranda with Raines as the platform cut out two metres from its resting point. “What’s wrong?” she demanded. Her gaze flicked to me and a tired furrow appeared on her brows.
“We almost didn’t make it down,” the operator lied. H
