Category: Winter Swan

Writer at work

During breakfast he thought a lot about the Irish question, rolling in his mind those balanced, sonorous phrases, framed in rhetoric, for which his writing was – even though only in a narrow circle –...

A sense of property

Roger got up suddenly, startling him and disturbing his chain of thought. He began to walk down the garden path towards the sand-pit where Lance played silently. Stephen thought he detected a kind of baffled...

A decorative woman

From the depth of his deck-chair, Norman Danvers said lazily: ‘You would never guess there was a child in this house. I don’t think I’ve known one so quiet.’ Rosemary said: ‘Lance is very self-sufficient.’...

The bad old days

‘In a way I’m sorry I gave you that telephone number,’ he said. ‘She’s a bit of a bitch, you know. And you were at an impressionable age when you knew her.’ ‘Who?’ Roger asked,...

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No link but memory

Lance heard Gordon’s voice calling. He closed the car door. ‘I’ve got to be getting back,’ he said. ‘Good-bye.’ He ran back to Mummy and Gordon, who were getting ready to leave. As they all...

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Like icing

Gordon drove slowly at first through the crowded streets; down the station road to the promenade and then to the east. On their right the sea rolled in across the cloud-flecked sands, sinking further below...

The crab hunt

As he reached the first rock-encircled pool he wondered if he would find the little girl there, until he remembered that she had gone home the previous morning. They had hunted crabs together every day...

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Early morning

Lance climbed out of bed and ran over towards his brother. He shook him carefully, and called: ‘Gordon!’ Gordon stirred and mumbled something. Lance looked at him silently, feeling himself awake and rich in sensations....