Up in the sky a wompoo fruit dove makes its way south, yellow-green underbelly a bright feather comet against pacific sky. Miller wishes he could hitch a ride out, away from all reminders of death: the rusting machinery, wooden posts hammered into the sand for no apparent reason, the ever-present cliff-face, yellows and browns and red layers marking time in the hundred-millions, with its cool black mouths where men went to make money to send away south and paid this terrible price.
-From "Ten thousand hours", first published by Prole Books (2011), and one of the stories in Mark Piggott's fiction/non-fiction collection "Militant Factions" available in paperback or Kindle from Amazon.
“Ten Thousand Hours” was a very striking story; its plot is masterfully conducted; the setting is oppressive but never stagnant, as the story ultimately has an interesting twist." - The New Yorker.