in the dream of foxes there is a field.

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‘The signs, Doctor! Have you seen the signs?’ Frowning with annoyance, Dr Franklin quickened his pace and hurried down the hospital steps towards the line of parked cars. Over his shoulder he caught a glimpse of a young man in ragged sandals and paint-stained jeans waving to him from the far side of the drive. ‘Dr Franklin! The signs!’ Head down, Franklin swerved around an elderly couple approaching the out-patients department. His car was over a hundred yards away. Too tired to start running himself, he waited for the young man to catch him up. ‘All right, Hathaway, what is it this time?’ he snapped. ‘I’m sick of you hanging around here all day.’ Hathaway lurched to a halt in front of him, uncut black hair like an awning over his eyes. He brushed it back with a claw-like hand and turned on a wild smile, obviously glad to see Franklin and oblivious of the latter’s hostility.
Ballard, J. G.