This story, which I've split into shorter parts, is set in 1974. The Lovers, part four. The Pilgrimage, part one. Jane awoke in the womb of the night, and she lay wide-awake and wide eyed in the wash of moonlight through the bedroom window. She lay for a while, gazing out of the window at the soaring, saurian, craggy peaks of Spain: slumbering in the moon-washed night, dreaming their sierran dreams, while the breeze serenaded the almond trees about the house. A sound had broached her slumber,... Sign in to see full entry.