Things the Eye Can't See. Penny Joelson

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      To my nephews and niece,

       Asher, Sammy and Layla

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

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       Acknowledgements

       Back series promotional page

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      The voice startles me because it sounds like Charlie. I’m good at recognising voices, but it can’t be him, can it? Charlie used to be in my form group at school, but no one’s seen him for about six months. I’m down a quiet path – not far from my house. He’s calling my name.

      I move my camera from my eye and stand upright. The poppy on the grassy verge, the one I was about to photograph with my macro lens, shape-shifts from perfect crimson petals around deep dark stamens to a slight fleck of red. I can only see clearly one or two centimetres in front of my eyes. My guide dog Samson shuffles beside me and stands as if expecting us to move on.

      ‘Wait, Samson,’ I say, pulling gently on his harness as I turn in the direction of the voice. Someone’s there, but he’s just a vague, dark blob.

      ‘Libby!’

      He says it again – my name. His voice distinctive, gravelly, but sounding older than I remember. He’s coming nearer and the blur of him is familiar: the height, taller than me, light hair, the way he moves. It’s him – now I’m as sure as I can be. But I’m not sure if I want to talk to him – or if I ought to.

      ‘Charlie? Is it really you?’

      I feel a pull as Samson turns too, his warm back nudging at my legs. ‘Sit, Samson,’ СКАЧАТЬ