Category: The Gull’s Kiss

Extracts from The Gull's Kiss

The place of childhood memories

‘Do you know Switzerland well?’ she asked. ‘No.’ She said complacently: ‘It is a most beautiful country. And the life here can be so good – skiing in winter, boating or climbing in summer. Are...

An unsatisfactory grope

He led her from the gate, into the shadow of the hedge. She drew away slightly, pointing up to a square of light. ‘My parents are still awake, it seems.’ ‘Why shouldn’t they be? It’s...

Stripped away

The main road was empty; the tram-lines stretched for nearly half a mile in either direction, cold and bare in the fluorescent light. The nearest stop was on an island, less than twenty yards away....

Byrrh!

Instead of going straight across, he detoured on to the Île Rousseau. On either side of the short connecting span, the ducks and geese and swans, in their separate pens, placidly scoured their soiled and...

What are we doing here?

‘Are you married?’ ‘Yes, I’m married.’ ‘It doesn’t seem to have put you off your game.’ Leverett finished his whisky and stared at the empty glass. The tall waitress was leaning against the wooden ledge,...

‘There is only me now’

‘And your sister Angela?’ ‘She got married during the war. They have three children.’ ‘I remember her as the most beautiful person I have ever known.’ ‘She has a daughter,’ Hibson said, ‘very like her....