him to wait. I brought back his water bottle, the one that got left out the back when I nearly shot him. I’d filled it for him. Two days later, that church mob were mostly convinced that he was the Messiah. And convinced that they’d discovered it all by themselves, without my story being needed. But that’s people for you, eh? We all need to think we’ve discovered the thing that changes us. On the third day I went back out for my shift. Midnight. I heard the windmill blades squeaking away in the breeze. I was going to have to get the owner to have it serviced. I flicked on the spotlight on out the back and went to chain it up again. I froze. Water was spilling out onto the ground from the top of the tank, and the discharge pipe from the windmill just kept pumping water in. I chained it off before the tank burst or the yard flooded. I walked to the well and looked in. The moon was full and directly above me. No rubbish. Just my reflection in the clean, clear water. I got a cloth and some paint stripper and started on the ‘H’. 65
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