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Tinsel on earth

They drank their coffees, and ordered more. A girl came with pastries on a trolley, and he asked her if she would have something. ‘No, thank you.’ He shook his head to the girl, and...

Stone angels, with wings

‘I remember in Mespot,’ he said, ‘a place where they was digging up buried cities, from thousands of years before Christ. And there was angels, stone angels, with wings. Thousands of years before Christ, I...

You can’t blame them for it

She told him about the take-over of Stephen’s party, of what they had found when they got back. He listened, frowning. ‘That’s exactly it. Don’t you see? The challenge already exists. With stupid louts, it...

A man of many guises

Boxes within boxes, she thought. The family man with the distinguished looking wife and two handsome children. And Sexy Staunton, the flutterer of female undergraduates’ hearts. And inside that, to the few who really knew...

A lingering aftermath

Walter had lectures the whole of the morning, and Jane did not see him. She did not go to lunch until half past one and, with some shopping that needed doing, it was a quarter...

A memory for faces

‘I’ll remember you, Charlie. I got a memory for faces. I’ll remember yours.’ He swung an arm as he went, catching a standard lamp and pulling it over and shouldering Jane roughly out of the...

Party time

The door was open, and a blare of pop music came from that and the windows, also open. In the hall, a couple were standing in a corner, kissing, their bodies pressed together and motionless;...

Colder than you think

He was leafing through a work, in French, on ophthalmology, and speculating as to how it had come to be here, when the door from the dining-room opened. He turned, and saw Diana. ‘Well,’ he...

Shove him through the mill

‘You were sent away at eight, too, I suppose?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘And enjoyed it?’ ‘I remember crying a bit, the first few nights. After that I enjoyed it.’ ‘Because you had it to go through, it’s...