Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Taking us over the river, across his beautiful bridge, my Master hums as he drives.

“You sound happy.”

Dark eyes flash side-long to me. “Counting my blessings. I have so many of them. It’s easy to forget it sometimes but being here reminds me.”

“Here?” Confused, I look right and left: the river, the City, people milling, traffic flowing… “Why here?”

“This bridge,” he says, then thumps at the horn as some idiot in a roadster swerves and cuts in front.

“Moron,” he mutters, then, “Yes, this bridge.” Lights turn to red and we ease to a halt.

“Master, I’m not following you.”

“This bridge was the start of everything I have now. Winning the contract for the design work brought me wealth, the friendship with Richard, the directorship...” He lays a hand on my thigh, squeezes, then jolts back to the steering wheel as traffic lights switch to green. “But most of all, it brought me the money to bid in your auction. It brought me you.”

“I’d not thought of it like that.”

He stares directly ahead. “I think of it every time I come here.”

Winter is still here, but with the promise of early Spring. The wind bites, but the sunshine is bright. I feel good. “So, all your skies are blue, Master?”

That sideways look again, his eyes crinkling. “Very blue.” Then his smile fades and he looks away.

*****

We park up. Some distance away, there is movement in an area I know only too well. A man in a hi-vis jacket and hard hat moves with purpose, setting up a theodolite; one of the modern ‘total stations’ with EDM and GPS. However the new park is laid out, the exact position of Blessingmoors will never be lost. Even if it were under a retail complex or a sports centre or a car park, it could be found again…

… if needed…

“What’s happening?”

“They’re about to move in with the earthmovers again and finish the demolition process.” He scans the area, settling on the portable site office squatting on its trailer amid mud, stacks of black piping, spools of blue piping, pallets and paraphernalia. “I need a word with Sam. I’ll not be long.” He hands me a file, then waves out over the sea of rocky debris and once-were-roads. “Outline plans for the park. You can entertain yourself lining it up with the reality. I’ll come find you.”

He moves off in search of the site foreman. In the distance, the Haswell offices tower, surrounding by buildings already up or under construction; warehouses, the retail complex, the residential area which edges the slope down to the river.

close by, bulldozers are moving, shifting piles

despite my Master’s instruction, with the file hanging limply in my hand I find

… drawn…

my childhood

now-defunct roads and a gash in the ground; the old

they were vast black pits; places of terror, punishment and

Unholy ground…

earthmover at its work, I can

Despite the damp, clouds of dust billow up. Coughing, I slide my

comfortable, but I want to

Jenny.” I whirl. A figure stands behind me. “It is you,

white with cold, the skin splitting around the nails. A stick-thin figure and narrow face speak of in-ground poverty. But it’s a face

Benny. Yes, it’s

then, “I thought I saw you here once before, but

my neck. “I’m sorry. Yes, that was me too, but…. I was

okay. If you were here…” He gestures vaguely over the outline shadow of where the prison we both once occupied used to stand… “I suppose you wouldn’t have been feeling so good.” He pokes at the ground with a toe. “I saw them starting…” He looks to where the bulldozer shoves and another great scoop of smashed rock and earth topples down. “… so,

“Yes, me too.”

Master, together with Sam, but it seems his conversation is done. His head swings, taking in

Looking for me?

was here that

it all really

The day I confessed…

murder I’d

way, taking great long-legged distance-eating strides.

scraping up another

Benny?

“I escaped that night of the break-in, with all the others… You know

know about it.

him? Who he

he’s… a friend

one blackened. “Well, say thank you to him

scratch