Caught in a Moment (The Alex Trueman Chronicles Book 1) by Martin Dukes

Author:Martin Dukes [Dukes, Martin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Children's Books, Children's eBooks, Literature & Fiction, Science Fiction; Fantasy & Scary Stories, Science Fiction, Time Travel
Amazon: B0075VKN36
Published: 2014-03-15T04:00:00+00:00

Dawn came, and with it came Morlock, who unlocked the door and opened it just wide enough to stick his ugly head around the threshold. His sparrow’s eyes glinted blackly in the sunlight as he turned to pick up something from the ground. Blinking in the sudden shaft of bright sunlight, Alex watched incuriously as Morlock placed a jug of water and three manna rolls just inside the door. Then Morlock withdrew, securing the various locks and bolts that imprisoned Alex.

“Not so much as a ‘Good Morning,’” grumbled Alex, surveying the food and drink bleakly. It seemed likely that three manna rolls were meant to last him all day. His stomach was making it abundantly clear this wasn’t going to be enough.

He ate one of the manna rolls, savouring each mouthful and chewing the food until it dissolved to nothing in his mouth. Then he had a long drink from the jug, incidentally pouring a good deal of it refreshingly down his front. The day seemed to offer little prospect of entertainment and there were seven of them to be endured until his release. Alex’s spirits, raised somewhat by eating breakfast, sagged once more. He went around the shed, applying his eye to all of the cracks and knotholes for signs of activity outside. There were none. Not many people came to the park except on Gathering days. There were only the stiffs and beyond the door, Morlock, standing almost as still, maintaining what would be a patient, day long vigil. Alex tried talking to him.

“Hey, Morlock!” he said through the knothole. “What’s the time?”

But Morlock showed no sign of having heard. He only raised a bony digit and scratched the back of his long neck.

“That must be a boring job for you,” Alex said, in an attempt to engage his captor’s sympathies. “I bet you get lots of rubbish jobs….. I hope Ganymede pays you well.”

Nor did this elicit any response.

“Oy! Morlock, you lanky, pig faced old pillock!” he called, trying another tack.

Morlock only twitched, and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. It seemed that neither insults, nor pleading nor indeed the voice of sweet reason could persuade Ganymede’s servant to engage in conversation with his captive. Alex abandoned the attempt. He slumped against the wall and buried his head in his hands. Time passed. The rate at which it passed was impossible to discern, given that he could see no manatees(or dugongs). There were times when it seemed to Alex that he may as well kill himself. He considered the hosepipe on its hook and wondered if he could sling it from the rafters and hang himself like Mitch. Presumably his life in Reality would continue as before. For want of anything else to do he took a good wallow in the swamp of self-pity. A big lump rose up in his throat and his eyes filled with tears. He rocked to and fro on his haunches, giving himself up to black despair. After a

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