Doug looked again at Archie, who still slept. I looked, too. He looked like a baby, face wet with sweat.
Then it moved and I knew for certain it was there.
They say tree roots reach for the distance of their height. Quick calculation. Yes, we were just about at the fingertip edge of their roots. They could get to me.
I don't know about the roots of motorways. But their roar carries on the air, so why can't their roots carry under the ground?
Through the earth.
And like the roots of trees, up inside you, into your belly.