#1 Ebrington Road was the last terraced house before the sign heralding ‘ROAD END’. Damon, resident of #1, didn’t mind the cars that constantly U-turned outside his door, for beyond the sign lay an escape from bills and bank balances.
Briefcase and suit traded for fishing rod and shorts, Damon set off past the sign. A flyer fluttered by on the breeze, “CAT MISSING: BODDINGTON”. Damon pressed on, until the tarmac stopped. The edge of everything.
Beyond lay the darkness of space. Stars twinkling, planets orbiting.
Damon sat down, legs dangling into the silence.
Then he cast his line.