Andrea Mantegna Samson and Delilah

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shan’t want to go anywhere except back home!’
WHEREVER.
Binky broke into a trot as they turned on to the road to the town. Wind blew the leaves off the trees, which tumbled past them and on up the road. The occasional flash of lightning still hissed across the sky.
Miss Flitworth looked at the hill beyond the farm.
I KNOW.
‘- it’s there again -‘
I KNOW.
‘Why isn’t it chasing us?’
WE’RE SAFE UNTIL THE SAND RUNS OUT.
‘And you die when the sand runs out?’
NO. WHEN THE SAND RUNS OUT IS WHEN I SHOULD DIE. I WILL BE IN THE SPACE BETWEEN LIFE AND like this you can stop calling me Miss Flitworth,’ said Miss Flitworth.
RENATA?
She looked startled. ‘How did you know my name? Oh. You’ve probably seen it written down, right?’
ENGRAVED.
‘On one of them hourglasses?’AFTERLIFE.‘Bill, it looked as though the thing it was riding . . . I thought it was a proper horse, just very skinny, but . . .’IT’S A SKELETAL STEED. IMPRESSIVE BUT IMPRACTICAL. I HAD ONE ONCE BUT THE HEAD FELL OFF.‘A bit like flogging a dead horse, I should think.’HA. HA. MOST AMUSING, MISS FLITWORTH.‘I think that at a time