Interestingly, despite my wide-ranging literary tastes, I haven’t come across many heroines called Eleanor, in any of the variant spellings.
Perhaps that’s why the name was chosen for me. After a few, familiar chapters, I went to bed and did not sleep at all.
A night without repose, however, seemed to have no ill effects, surprisingly,
and I felt bright and alert as the bus made its way through the morning traffic.
Perhaps I was one of those people, like the late Baroness Thatcher, who simply did not require sleep?
I picked up a copy of the free newspaper that is always discarded on bus seats, and began to flick through it.
An orange woman I’d never heard of had got married for the eighth time.
A captive panda had apparently “reabsorbed” its own fetus, thereby ending its pregnancy—
I looked out of the window for a moment as I tried and failed to understand the reproductive system of the panda—
and, on page ten, evidence had been uncovered of the systematic and widespread abuse of underage boys and girls in a series of care homes.
The news stories were reported in that order. I shook my head, and was about to discard the newspaper when a small advertisement caught my eye.
The Cuttings, it said, with a logo of a bullet train hurtling along a track.
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