THE CORNFIELDS
The Assembly were to see the No-Life Man at three o’clock which meant Sam had an hour to fill before he went up to the Hospital for the inspection. He decided to go and have a sit under the oak trees on the Green, but after he’d come out of his house and walked the few yards on the Fifth Circle to Avenue R, he found himself turning right towards the cornfields instead of left towards the Green. He wanted to think about things, and like everyone else in Thistown, when it was time to ponder, he went to the corn and stared at the vast yellow fields.
He sat on the Edge at the top of Avenue R with his arms wrapped round his knees and looked out at it waving in the distance as far as the horizon. Where did it end? Where did it begin? Why couldn’t they cross it? Fortuna had said
