Absence

A late June night.  I’d picked her up from the tram, and we were driving back along York Place.  From there, we drove down Leith Walk, briefly passing through Haddington Place, before we turned onto Montgomery Street.  She lifted her hand, an involuntary action, she didn't seem to know she was doing it, and pressed … Continue reading Absence

Happiness

I phoned my friend the other night.  It’s a bad time of the year for him, the marking of an anniversary that makes him sad. ‘It was a night just like this,’ he told me, ‘gorgeous, still, warm; swallows skimming the grass.  I sat out late enjoying an evening that lasted forever, and then the … Continue reading Happiness