Love, Eternal
By Wayne Mansfield
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Copyright 2014 Wayne Mansfield
ISBN 9781611525403
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Love, Eternal
By Wayne Mansfield
Evan was fond of walking the streets at night. He'd never felt part of the daytime world; it was confusing, chaotic, and violent. Nor did he understand people, their selfishness and the cruel, thoughtless things they did. The night offered him solitude. The darkness was a veil which protected him from life. With the stars overhead to protect him and the moon to guide him he could walk forever, and some nights he did. Yet it didn’t matter where he wandered he always seemed to end up at The Lane.
The Lane was a narrow stretch of bitumen bordered on one side by the high, ivy-covered walls of the well-to-do who lived in the great houses on the other side, and on the other by a row of Morton Bay Fig trees, whose tentacle-like roots looked almost alive in the half-light of the street lamps filtering down through the sprawling canopy. Hidden amongst these great monsters, in the shadows, were men whose lustful desires had drawn them there. At the slightest sound a dozen heads would peer around the great trunks, inspecting, assessing, and only if the approaching stranger was sexually appealing would anyone show themselves. Yet despite having walked this path many times, Evan rarely partook of the flesh on offer.
One night, as spring teetered on the edge of summer, Evan found himself at a loose end. Almost automatically he grabbed his keys and walked into the night. Dressed only in a simple cotton T-shirt and denim jeans he went down the narrow path that divided his front lawn exactly in half and out to the footpath. His eyes stayed on his feet and on the cracked slabs of the pavement. On both sides of him there were houses shrouded in darkness, or with living rooms illuminated by the flickering blue light of a
