Dec 19, 2020 | Fiction |
It wouldn’t be true to say that Roger saw the funny side, or had glimpses of perspective, or anything like that; but there were one or two moments on Christmas morning when he was able to remember that things hadn’t always been like this. At about quarter to seven,...
Jul 11, 2020 | Fiction |
Malcolm was yet in his suite. He was speaking to Susan on the phone. “Let’s eat food, for lunch,” she said. “Can’t do that.” “Let’s drink a drink in a bar.” “No.” Recalling certain past behaviors, she deduced he was in the grips of the hotel unwellness. In a patient...
Jul 11, 2009 | Fiction |
‘How old are you?’ ‘Nine and a bit.’ ‘Which would you prefer, a piece of chocolate or a book?’ ‘A book.’ ‘Indeed? Splendid! So that’s your reason for standing here?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Why...
Jun 29, 2009 | Fiction |
– I’ve spoken to Mary, he said to me. She and I agree that it’s more important to speak the truth than to make money. Harrison laughed at that, but cut himself short, remembering the sadness of the occasion. My son John was there, he said, looking at...
