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The tense atmosphere Beth’s sister causes when she comes to stay is strained further by Lucy’s references to Beth’s inability to conceive. When Lucy has a fatal accident, she leaves the legacy of her child, providing Beth’s only chance of motherhood. But forces are bent on Beth remaining childless.
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Shaun Hutson is one of the best known horror authors in the UK. He has written more than 30 novels. His novel "Slugs" was the basis of a U.S. horror film.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
One There was an audible thump as the insect hit the windscreen of the Astra. Beth Parker had no idea what kind of insect it was. The only immediately apparent fact was that it had been large. The second fact was that it was now coated across most of the glass. Beth sprayed the windscreen with water and flicked on the wipers in an effort to clean off the worst of the mess, smiling to herself as she thought of the old gag about the last thing that goes through a fly's mind when it hits a windscreen is its arsehole. The windscreen was spotted with the debris of numerous similar encounters, the kind of hazard drivers came to expect in such warm weather. Beth was delighted that the day had turned out fine, and hoped it signalled the beginning of a decent spell. She smiled contentedly as her thoughts were confirmed by the weatherman on the radio. She pushed a cassette into the machine, tiring of the mindless burble of the DJ, and soon the car was filled with the steady thud of music. Beth turned up the volume, singing along whole-heartedly as 'Another One Bites the Dust' came thundering from the speakers. Quite appropriate, she thought, as another fly smacked into the windscreen. The drive home usually took her less than twenty minutes but she noticed road works up ahead and a queue of traffic forming at some temporary lights. Beth pulled up alongside a white transit van and opened her window. Exhaust fumes rolled in like noxious fog. Oblivious, Beth drummed gently on the steering wheel as she waited for the lights to change. The car in front of her had a sticker on the back window that proclaimed CHILD ON BOARD. As if failure to display the sign might somehow provoke other drivers to slam into the vehicle. She grinned at her own musings and glanced to her left. A man was staring down at her from the transit, a smirk on his face. He was in his early twenties, the sunlight glinting on the silver earring dangling from his lobe. He was making no attempt to hide his interest in Beth's legs, visible because of the shortness of her skirt. She tried to ignore his prying gaze, concentrating on brushing her long brown hair away from her face. She reached into the glove compartment of the Astra and put on a pair of sunglasses, as if the dark shields would somehow protect her from this man's intrusive inspection. Her blouse was undone slightly and she wondered if this smirking half-wit could see more than he should from his elevated position, but she decided that he was more concerned with her legs. Beth's mood changed somewhat and a slight smile spread across her lips. And why shouldn't he be interested in her legs? She glanced down at them herself. She had good legs. She'd always thought so and to hell with false modesty. Let him look if he wanted to. Beth made an exaggeratedly slow attempt to wipe away some fluff from the hem of her skirt, rubbing her thigh in the process. She heard a muted murmur of approval from the transit. It was all she could do now to prevent herself laughing aloud. What next? Was this acceptable behaviour for a twenty-sixyear-old married woman? What would her mother have said? Beth finally did laugh aloud, noticing that the lights were changing. She looked up at the man in the transit, smiled, then waved and drove off. Behind her, the transit stalled and in her rear-view mirror she caught sight of the two men in it gesturing angrily at each other. Free of the choking exhaust fumes, Beth wound down her window fully, allowing the breeze to gust into the car. It whipped her long hair about her face, the strands flowing like so many pendants in the bluster. It was pleasantly cool in the Astra. There was still a fair amount of traffic on the road although she'd missed the worst of the rush hour. Even small towns like this one had their own version of the rush hour. About fifty miles north of London, Oakley was a combination of the traditional and the obscenely new. It was on the outskirts of what was euphemistically called a New Town. A term used by planners to denote a cramped and over-populated confusion of yellow-bricked monstrosities, each almost identical to the next. Oakley was being swallowed up by one of these New Towns six miles to the east. Every day on her way to and from work, Beth seemed to notice new building sites springing up. Construction seemed geared to cover every single acre of land. But, for now, there were still fields and trees. There was even a farm close to where she lived. She swung the Astra into the narrow road that led towards the house, noticing some people working in their gardens, enticed out by the warm weather. The smell of newly cut grass filled the air, and plastic garden furniture had appeared in many gardens on the estate. A turn to the right and she was nearly home. A couple of kids were kicking a football about in the garden of the house opposite. Beth swung the car into the short driveway of the house but decided not to put it in the garage. She saw the figure as she swung into the drive. Sitting by the front door. It looked as though someone had dumped a bag of washing there. As Beth switched off the engine, the figure turned to face her. Beth swallowed hard, felt the colour drain from her face. 'Oh Jesus,' she murmured under her breath.
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