The Tommyknockers

Everything was similar. But everything had changed. Coming back to the little community was like walking into a nightmare for Jim Gardener, poet, drunk, potential suicide. It all looked the same, the house, the furniture, Jim’s friend Bobbi, her beagle (though ageing), even the woods out at the back. But it was in the woods that Bobbi had stumbled over the odd, part buried object and had felt a peculiar tingle as she brushed the soft earth away. Everything was similar. But everything was about to change…