Claire North - 84K

At the beginning and ending of all things

She had not seen the man called Theo in the cards, nor did they prophesy the meaning of her actions. When she called the ambulance they said they would come soon, and half an hour later she was still waiting by the water.

And when she called again they had no record of her call, and gave her the number of the complaints department.

The sun was down and the street lights distant, their backs turned to the towpath. On the other side of the water: an industrial estate where once patty-line men had loaded lorries with bikinis and bras, pillows and sofa throws, percale fitted sheets, gold-plated anklets and next seasons striped trend-setting onesies for the discerning customer. Once, the men who laboured there had worn tags around their ankles to ensure that they didnt walk too slow, or spend too much time taking a piss. If they did, there were worse places they could be sent. There was always somewhere worse.

Now there was black spew up the walls, and the smell of melted plastic lingering on the winter air.

A few white lamps on the loading concourse still shone, their glow slithering across the high barbed-wire fences down to the canal. The light made the frost on the bank sparkle like witches eyes, before being swallowed whole by the blackness of the water.

Neila thought of calling out for help, to anyone in the night, but didnt have the courage and didnt think anyone would answer. People had their own problems to deal with, things being as they were. Instead she wrapped the man up as best she could in old towels she wouldnt miss, hiding her nice, fluffy towels under the bed. She felt a bit guilty about that, and alleviated her doubts by making him hot tea, which he could barely sip. Not knowing what else to do, she sat beside the man on the thin, mud-sunk grass by the gate of the lock and dialled 999 again, and got someone new who said:

Oh my oh yes now of course yes bleeding by the canal do you have an address for thatno an addresshow about a postcode, no Im not seeing you on my map do you have premium or standard service support for an extra 4.99 a month you can upgrade to instant recovery and full rehabilitative therapies for theoh youre not insured

The call ended there. Maybe a timer cut them off. Maybe there wasnt much signal at the moment. A pair of ducks waddled uneasily over crpe-thin ice, now slipping into the water below, now lurching back up onto the transparent surface above, now flapping at the sound of an eager seagull looking for a snack, now quiet again beneath the thickening blue-brown sky, paddling in listless circles.

at the end and the beginning Neila spins in circles too

The man mumbled, through lips turned blue, Youve been very kind very kind Im fine Im sure Ill be fine its just Im fine

Hed tried saying this before, and fainted, only for a few seconds, then woke and picked up where hed left off, and she hadnt had the heart to tell him that hed passed out while trying to be so stoical, so she let him talk until he stopped, and they stayed there, waiting, and no one came.

She decided to leave him.

At the precise moment she reached that decision, like a truck driving into a concrete wall she knew that she wouldnt. The universe crumpled and blew apart, and at the centre of it she exclaimed, This is fucking ridiculous. She creaked to her feet, pulling him by a limp limb. Get your backside inside the fucking boat.

She had to help him walk, and he nearly hit his head on the low door at the stern of the narrowboat as she guided him in, and was unconscious, bleeding out on her white faux-leather couch, before she had got her boots off.

Time goes a little peculiar

when youre not feeling so

so sometimes you wake and you remember that you will be an old, old man and that the one you love will die and you cant work out

if they die

or you first

which would be more scary? Who will be strongest without love, alone, loveless, devoid? What is worsefor you to lose the one you love or for the one you love to be destroyed by losing you?

The man on the couch is vaguely aware, when hes aware of much of anything at all, that hes hit his head and thats making things a little

Neila wrung out blood-red water from her third-favourite tea towel into the mop bucket at her feet, and the bleeding still wouldnt stop, and there was silence on the canal, and silence on the water.

In the early years when she had first started sailing, Neila had thought shed love the quiet, and for a week after buying the Hector she hadnt slept, in terror at the roar of whispers over still water. The creaking, the lapping of liquid, the insect-hiss of thin ice popping before the bow of a passing boat, the roar of a generator, the chug chug chug of the engine, the beating of wings, birds not really built for flight hounding each other half in sky, half on land for food, or sex, or maybe just something to do.

When exhaustion kicked in, shed slept like a log, and now she understood the silence of the canal wasnt silence at all. If anything, it was a racket, annoying in its persistence.

Not tonight. Tonight the silence made her nervous, made her think too much. Shed come to the canal to get away from thinking. Alone, once youd thought everything there was to think, there was only being quiet left.

She turned on the radio, and listened to Pepsi Liverpool vs CheapFlightsForU Manchester, even though she didnt really like football.

At the beginning of all things

The man lies on the couch, and dreams and memories blur in a fitful crimson smear of paint.

Maybe it hadnt been the beginning, but in his dreams it seems that there must have been a point where it all started, where everything changed. Back when he had a job, back when job seemed like the most important thing ever, back in the Criminal Audit Office, before the winter and the snow and the blood, at the beginning there had been

it seemed ludicrously banal now, but it was perhaps the place where it all went to piss

a training weekend.

The weekend was voluntary.

If you did not attend you would be docked one weeks pay and a note put on your fileBBA. No one knew what BBA stood for, but the last woman to have these fated letters added had been given a job at a morgue, showing family members the corpses of their loved ones.

Besides, everyone knew that team players were happy volunteers.

The Teamwork Bonding Experience cost 172, payable at sign-up. On the first day he was told to put a cork in his mouth, stand in front of his colleagues and explain his Beliefs and Values.

Come on, Mr. Miller! exclaimed the Management Strength Inspiration Course Leader. Enunciate!

The man called Theo Miller hesitated, hoping the burning in his face could be mistaken for the effort of not spitting out the dry brown bung, bit a little deeper into the cork, then mumbled: I belef fat ul pepl arg detherfin of jusfic an

Project! Pro-ject. Use your whole mouth, use your breath to lift you!

At night they slept in dormitories on creaking metal beds, and were woken at 5 a.m. for a group run. He enjoyed that part. He stood on top of a hill and watched an eyelash of light peek above the horizon, growing hotter, bending the sky, liked the way the shadows of the trees broke out long and thin across the land, the visible light and visible darkness in the air as fog burned away. The walls of London were too high for him to see this sight, and the places in the country where sometimes hed gone as a child had fallen to scroungers, and the trains didnt go there any more. For a moment he thought of the sea below the cliffs, and the memory filled his lungs with salty airthen someone told him to stop dawdling, Mr. Miller!