As she walked down the road, an articulated truck slowly passed her, its lights blinking in counterpoint to the low morning sun. The harmattan dust tinged the sky a delicate sugary pink. Above her, on the hill, Thomas was walking down towards the square. As he drew abreast he stopped.
"Sleep well?", he said.
"Not bad - I turned the light out at eight."
"So you missed the excitement."
"What excitement?"
He grinned, "Wait and see what they say at roll call."
