Category: Sam Youd

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You found us, then

Dadda let himself in in his usual quiet way and was in the room before anyone was aware of him. I used to play a game of trying to detect the instant of his opening...

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We beat them

Eventually, anyway, Isaak accepted the invitation. He arrived, as I have said, a day late. He did not expect Dadda would be at home, and he wasn’t. But Isaak had expected he would be at...

A new business

We went to live in Cheviot Street after the war, when Dadda came back from the camp in which he had been a prisoner. While he was away we lived in rooms in an even...

The music hammers us

The piano stood in the alcove to the right of the fireplace. It was made of a light walnut wood, with darker-coloured fretting over the faded blue silk above the keyboard. Mamma had got it...

The patronage of charity

I still had the copy of Cutie Stories in my hands. He leaned across and ripped it away from me – the cover tore across a tight red satin rump. ‘And this is what you...

The pavilion by the lake

The ground dropped sharply to the lake and the small wooden pavilion on a knoll at its edge. Miss Wistreich’s improvements had extended even here. It was flanked now by a double row of young...

Winding the clock

I had warned Miss Wistreich that we should be coming; and she appeared at the top of the steps as the cars drew up at the front door. She usually kept one of the children...

The savagely proliferate years

The Daimler had to follow us the rest of the way. I turned off the main road, watching landmarks of fifty years spring up in postures so convincing that they might never have ceased to...