Category: Sam Youd

Black out

I knocked at Piers’s door and entered. He was standing on a chair by the window, struggling with the black-out board. I helped him to lift it into place, and he climbed down, rubbing his...

Lunch at Maxard’s

I parked the car behind Leicester Square and wondered again why I bothered to keep it up. It would be as cheap, and far more convenient, to rely on taxis. Just habit, I recognized, buying...

In solitary dignity

Helen was sitting in her window-seat, knitting, and surprisingly was quite alone. I took the cheque out of the envelope in which I’d placed it and handed it to her. She caught my eye as...

Meet the artist!

Lulu said, fairly loudly: ‘He has a water-colour temperament of course – pastel shades with subtle nuances of depth. And a wonderful instinct for group patterns.’ ‘And how young is he?’ Piers asked. She quite...

Perhaps it had got colder

They went out again into the fog and this time, coming from the fire-warmed room, he felt the bleakness of the frost and the damp air striking through, as it seemed, to his very thoughts....

Who comforts the comforter?

Lionel said: ‘I had hopes … you know … that the uniform, the glamour, might lift me a little towards her height. But it’s not a height, is it – in the sense we know....

Beyond thought and prudence

He went at last. Another waltz began and Rosemary smiled remotely at her, dancing past with a Robert vivacious again, the little flame leaping to a new conflagration. Behind her a voice said: ‘Ah, there...

waltz findesiecle put-down

Every dance after this with you

Robert said: ‘And I shall have every dance after this with you too.’ She looked at him curiously. The slack mouth was tightened into a quite unreal thinness, flesh wrinkled above the deep, close eyes....