Extract from The Pilot's Log 4

A River Ran Through It


Through the revolving doors, the foyer had a river running through it. Rich red, patterned carpet ended in a metal strip and polished tiles lead to the central feature of a model sailing ship some four metres long by four high. Beyond that there was a small rail like on a ship. Over this rail, you could see the coy carp circling in the eddies. The river water was clear and flowed seemingly backwards to a forty-metre waterfall at the top of which was a rocky outcrop with a small pagoda in the trees.

“Come on with you,” she said, running into the trees and to the right of the falls.

That was the last I saw of her like that.