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“You’re always so supportive.” A divorcee herself, Ellen has total empathy. She embraces me.  “That’s what friends are for, hon.” “And thanks for the quiche,” she calls, as I leave. Ellen’s always been excruciatingly tactful.  She hates quiche and won’t … Continue reading →

  He’s in the damn’ garage again. Fiddlin’ with his bits an’ pieces, ball-strokin’, lookin’ at dirty pictures, I’ll bet.  Just so long’s he don’t get no ideas. I see he’s dug out some chains  an’ a roll of gaffer … Continue reading →

  Those fleeting insights into other people’s lives… Lights flicker over someone leaning on his spade, staring up as we pass.  A family at dinner, glimpsed through undrawn curtains; a tantalising shadow on a blind as someone dons or discards … Continue reading →

Throughout that relentless summer, Edward queued daily at the town’s only well, ostentatiously drawing less water than others. “Let the children have my share,” he’d say, piously.  Yet alone on his land, he drank greedily from a sparkling crystal stream, … Continue reading →

She reacts like a startled deer when I slide into the pew beside her. “Shall you miss him, my dear?” I say conversationally. A heartbeat, then “Won’t everyone?” she parries. “Well, none more than you, I suspect.” She’d bolt, but … Continue reading →

Yesterday’s festivities have left Clemmie fractiously tired, and now she dozes in her pushchair, her flushed face dappled by the shifting leaves of the sycamore tree above. Will and I nestle in the lush grass, picnic remains littering the tartan … Continue reading →

She looked fragile, confused and vulnerable. “What’s up, Ma?” said a trucker. “I’ve lost my purse in the bushes, with all my savings in it” she whispered.  “Please help me…” The trucker grinned at his mate. “Sure we will, honey.” … Continue reading →

Memory is what I have instead of a view. He hasn’t spoken, yet I’ve heard him. And he knows. I stumble past, trying not to catch his eye.  I might as well endeavor to fly. My sister pauses, reading the … Continue reading →