A stranger in that fair country
They walked across the park, and Isaak spoke of youthful excursions to the Plänterwald. It was his intention, without being too obvious, to point the contrast. Then, that broad and formal beauty under wide blue...
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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...
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...
It would be a good thing to have a rest
She held, in any case, a view that was the opposite of that apparently held by most Christians – she regarded religion as an activity more suitable for the men than the womenfolk of a...
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...
One foot in front of another
Billy was awake, but delirious again. His skin seemed to be hotter even than it had been earlier. Matthew realized he could not leave him here – it was essential, anyway, to get him to...
A penalty for sacrilege
He found it quite easily: the hermit’s body was a marker. He saw that first, but on coming closer realized there were two bodies. They lay together, the hermit’s fingers clenched round the other’s throat,...
In the ruins of a bed
The things one found, though, were less and less valuable with time and exposure to the elements. Blankets, with a Harrods label, but damp and musty, growing some kind of fungus in the folds. If...
For a few years, and then the recollection of it
He turned from her, from the accusation, from the experience of pain and ugliness, to the sea of the past. There had been rain in the night, he remembered – he had heard it beating...