hyperliterature

"Gathering, gathering along the narrow street, came a hollow solemn blast. From each side of the door there were constant droppings. Higgins crept up carefully upon the stones, his glassy eyes, one half-open, staring upwards to the sky. Owing to the position in which he had been lying, the fore part of his head was bald."

"The Bank of England. I've never actually seen it before. Monolithic building, like a ziggurat. Staring blank walls, fortress-like. Two grey-haired bearded men in black overcoats, polished black shoes, pacing the pavement, side by side, both smoking cigars, deep in conversation. Incredible: like something out of the 1920s. Grey-haired men with cigars, controlling the economy."

The fourth part of a hyperfiction based on visits to churches in the City of London. Part 4 takes in the following:

St Stephen Walbrook

"They heard Dixon's foot. A stern thought compressed her brows, and set her teeth. It was Dixon's measured tread. They heard her walk."

Continuing the abridged version of Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South - abridged on the principle of leaving out all the important bits. The sinister Dixon may or may not be dead. The long-awaited Frederick arrives at last, only to be no more spoken of. Margaret fancies porters.

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- Edward Picot

http://edwardpicot.com - personal website

Newly co-published by Furtherfield and The Hyperliterature Exchange: an appreciation of Millie Niss, the writer and new media artist, who died in November of last year.