The Fungus

Wilson guessed that the fungus had finally eaten through the concrete base of the Post Office structure. He was glad it had collapsed. Every time he looked at it he remembered what its bulbous summit had contained. the horrors of Jane’s laboratory. his son’s eyes staring out of that cabinet.

For some reason he interpreted the destruction of the tower as an even more positive sign than the RAF jet’s appearance.

All of a sudden he knew for certain that the battle would be won and the fungus would be destroyed.

He drank the rest of the wine and flung the bottle high into the air.