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All will break up and dissolve

The scene outside had the sharpness and at the same time unreality of an over-contrasted television screen. Candie was the first person she saw; he was stretched out between the two huts, lying on his...

Ready for your nightcap?

Over supper she made a lot of jokes which she knew at the time were pointless, and drank a good deal of palm wine. At the same time she was aware of a different tension...

Offerings to a god

Lydia awoke early in the morning and set off up the valley before any except Candie, who had taken the last sentry duty, was awake. It had become a habit for someone to go up...

Cut yourself a piece

She cut meat for herself from the carcase while Billy watched, a glass of wine tilting in his hand. He motioned to Susan and Toni, and they followed suit. Then he made the same peremptory...

The lobster pot

Billy returned, carrying the pot. They could hear a rustling, the clank of shell, and he said: ‘We’ve got something.’ He opened the top of the wicker pot and spilled the contents on the sand....

A lack of signals

They walked about a mile along the beach and sat down facing the sea. She was puzzled over Sweeney, and talked about him at some length. Candie, when she forced him to comment, said: ‘He’s...

Oranges at his feet

‘Can you smell those oranges?’ ‘Stay here,’ she said. ‘I’ll bring you some.’ The orange trees were further up the valley. The fruit were small, but deep gold, and she picked half a dozen without...