Diane, Ten

“It's only Roland,” said Genie in a low voice. The car roared then sputtered, and Diane turned. Roland looked tired, his face was darker somehow than the last time, like he had been up all night pondering something very serious. There was something very compelling in it, something that made her want more despite the [...]

Diane, Nine

She was well now, though. Well and husbandless. Brotherless, and she had done her time. The kettle began to pipe and she lifted it from the flame. “That wasn't so bad, was it?” she asked the kettle. Outside, in the cool air, Diane sipped her tea and watched the cat play with a small mouse [...]

Diane, Eight

The way it was. That's what Mr Winthrop often talked about. 'The way it was' was a kind of device he used to refer to prehistory, to man in his child state, where decisions weren't yet made about what was possible and impossible. People, he said, experienced things, unusual, majestic, mystical things as a result [...]