Wide Open. Nicola Barker

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      NICOLA BARKER

       Wide Open

      Dedication

      I dreamed I saw you dead in a place by the water.

       A ravaged place. All flat and empty and wide open.

      Contents

       Cover

      Title page

      Dedication

      1

      Each day Ronny saw the same man waving. The man…

      2

      Laura had imagined herself to be in love with Nathan…

      3

      ‘The water’s flat and brown. The sand’s made of shells.

      4

      No one else would do these jobs. It was like…

      5

      He drove home later than he’d anticipated and hit the…

      6

      Nathan told Margery before she’d even had the chance to…

      7

      ‘Now here’s the thing,’ Ronny said, appraising Luke and detecting…

      8

      As far as Lily knew, her father, Ian, had been…

      9

      Jim found Ronny on the beach. Ronny was surrounded by…

      10

      Nathan had received three letters and he hadn’t responded to…

      11

      Lily couldn’t resist.

      12

      Remember Big Ron?

      13

      ‘I was very surprised by your bathroom cabinet,’ Ronny said,…

      14

      Connie pressed her nose to the sheets of paper. They…

      15

      Sara walked the longest possible route for her own cautious…

      16

      The doctor was a family friend, naturally. And Connie knew,…

      17

      Ronny had been weaving around in the prefab’s open doorway,…

      18

      The longer it took for Sara to arrive home, the…

      19

      He was sick four times. The first time, up against…

      20

      Connie was sleeping. But not properly. Intermittently. And she was…

      21

      ‘Ronny was sick four times,’ Lily shouted, like she was…

      22

      Lily was invincible. She placed one foot in front of…

      23

      Ronny, darling.

      24

      Nathan was rota’d on for the Sunday shift with Laura…

      25

      The car was the only thing Connie wasn’t selling. It…

      26

      The prison was like a set of dirty teeth, and…

      27

      Jim intended to subtly alter the pattern of his life.

      28

      Jim saw her – way off at first – from…

      29

      Margery noticed the change.

      30

      Lily got up from the kitchen table half way through…

      31

      Nathan returned the stolen book on Monday morning, but during…

      32

      Lily arrived in the kitchen dressed and ready for college…

      33

      Her armpit, her nose, her knees, her in-grown toenail.

      34

      ‘Tell me again how you found it.’

      35

      ‘I got some blood on the carpet. Sorry.’

      36

      Luke was pacing. He had a sheet of negatives in…

      37

      Margery pushed the door open and walked inside.

      38

      ‘So did Luke get what he was after?’

      39

      ‘I never realized before,’ Connie whispered, ‘how terrible the outside…

      40

      Lily refused to put the box into the boot or…

      41

      Jim approached the prefabs on numb, heavily sodden feet, wearing…

      42

      ‘This was the spot,’ Lily said, interrupting the kind of…

      43

      To see Nathan like that, completely out of context. Nathan.

      44

      They faced each other like two spiteful, glimmering starlings across…

      45

      Ronny was no longer interested in what was happening outside.

      46

      They pulled up outside the farmhouse. Nathan killed the engine…

      47

      Jim awoke to the sound of the fridge door closing.

      About the author

      Other books by Nicola Barker

      Praise

      Copyright

      About the publisher

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      Each day Ronny saw the same man waving. The man stood in the middle of a bridge, at its very centre point, but always looking outwards, facing away from London, never towards it. Ronny drove under that bridge in a borrowed car, a Volvo (the big bumpers reassured him), and into London along the A2 for three consecutive weeks. Every day, no matter what the time – he was working shifts, and by no means regular ones – the man stood on the bridge, waving.

      He didn’t wave randomly. He picked out a car as a smudge on the horizon and then focused on that car alone, until it had passed from sight, until it had driven right under him. Until it had gone. Then he’d choose another car and the whole process would start over.

      Ronny noticed that the man preferred white cars and yellow cars, that he never waved at red cars. Ronny’s car was green. He was waved at sometimes, but infrequently. He didn’t wave back.

      Some days it rained. It was the tail end of summer. It was the beginning of winter. It was autumn, formally, but Ronny hated gradations. It wasn’t summer. Summer had gone. It wasn’t winter. Winter was frosty, traditionally, and it was nowhere near cold enough for frost yet. It was simply a wet time. The whole