Category: Winter Swan

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....

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On eagle wings of speed

Gordon thought he had never known the car to run so smoothly. It seemed that no effort of his was needed to achieve a perfection in response; it ran with absolute sweetness, almost – he...

When the blind shall see

The road they were taking ran round the side of the hill towards Weybrook. There was little traffic on it now. The light seemed to be fading rapidly from the sky ahead. The little finger...

Poor little Gwen

‘We met Gwen Norton while Mummy was wheeling me to your house this afternoon,’ she went on. ‘Funny how old feelings persist! Ever since I’ve known her I’ve felt sorry for Gwen. When we first...